Chapter 3
Olivia’s POV
“Dickson what the actual f**k is happening right now,” I gasped out, my voice cracking even as my body stayed locked in position on all fours with his c**k still halfway buried inside my dripping p***y.
My heart slammed so hard against my ribs I thought it might crack them, panic flooding my veins while my walls clenched around him on their own, like my body refused to let go of the stretch.
This was my dad’s best friend, the man who had fixed my bike when I was younger and joked around at every family barbecue, now balls deep in me under these hot studio lights with cameras rolling.
He froze for a split second, his hands gripping my hips tighter, fingers digging into my flesh as his eyes stayed wide and locked on mine. Sweat already beaded on his forehead.
