Olivia - Miss Consequential

Olivia - Miss Consequential
"Olive?" Harmon called out when my spasming body stilled abruptly with his dick still buried deep inside me. "Jesus Olivia," he said, alarmed by my lack of response.

He lifted my body up gently, cradling me against his chest in his arms. Then he placed two fingers against my neck to check for a pulse. "Was daddy that bad? Fuck.You don't have to tell Will anything until you're ready," said his concerned voice as he breathed a sigh of relief.

My chest heaved like I'd just run from a starving panther who hadn't eaten in a year. A strong, raging heartbeat thundered in my chest.

"You always take it so well. I didn't think —" he began, rubbing my back soothingly.

"We'll tell Billy tomorrow. Together. Promise," I mumbled under my breath as I gradually came to, his words hitting me all at once.

My voice was so low and hoarse, my body so weak that I wondered if he heard me. How long was I unconscious?

"Olivia," he whispered in my ear as he continued to run circles on my back. "We don't have to—"

"Tomorrow. First thing," I insisted, my body so sore and stiff I could barely move. "Guess the sex is catching up to me. Can't really move right now or I'd kiss you. Stay. Permanent. For life. Good," I said after a few minutes of silence, the color rising to my cheeks.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you wanted to be my wife, Olive," he said, kissing my hair, his arms tightening around me.

I stiffened, alarm bells going off as I feared scaring him off one more time. Everything was happening really fast. He still couldn't say he loved me. I wasn't even his girlfriend. How dare he bring up marriage to me? Did I seem so damn thirsty?

"I didn't mean—" I began, abruptly raising my head to look up at him.

I immediately regretted it, letting out a groan. The abrupt movement sent a dull ache through my head.

"Relax. It's just a formality, Olivia. Whore. Baby girl. Girlfriend. Wife. You can have whichever title you want. I'll call you all of them at some point anyway," he deadpanned, stoic as ever as he peered into my face. "Sorry my dick knocked you out," he said smugly.

My mouth dropped open. Pulse picked up speed again. All I could do was stare as Mr. Inconsequential made me Miss Consequential.

"Talk's cheap, Harmon," I challenge him once my brain resumed functionality, snapping my mouth shut shortly thereafter.

I wanted to bury my face in his chest and hide, but he wasn't having that. I couldn't stop looking as he held my head firmly in his hands.

"You want action?" he asked, grabbing the cushion behind him.

He tossed it at my miraculously still sleeping brother. The cushion landed smack in Billy's face. My eyes widened.

"Hey Will, wake the fuck up so I can tell you I'm fucking your—" he yelled in my sleeping brother's direction.

I covered his mouth with both of my hands. My sensitive pussy stirred and I shivered. Harmon chuckled under my hands, his whole frame shaking beneath me. My hips rolled reflexively. He gave me a mischievous, surprised look, a naughty glint in his eye.

"You don't actually want to fuck in front of him while he's conscious, do you Olive?" he teased me, after he pried my hands off his mouth, mock horror on his face. "That's a little much, even for us, but—"

"Shut the fuck up. How he slept through all that I don't know," I moped, pouting as I tossed Billy another look.

If I didn't fear my body's response, I'd have hopped off of Harmon's lap by now.

"How sure are you he did? You're a loud whore for daddy, baby girl," he teased, the concern he showed earlier long gone.

"Is this all a joke to you? Is my decade long obsession with you funny to you?" I spat back at him, unable to help feeling vulnerable and sensitive as he did with me as he pleased.

"The whole time?" he asked, his stoic voice making an appearance as the amusement disappeared from his face. "You wanted daddy since you were twelve?" he asked, eyes darting all over my face as he awaited a response to a question I had just answered.

"I know. I'm just a child. What do I know about—" I ranted, tears running down my cheeks.

He cut me off one more time, moments before I was about to declare my love once again. I couldn't help it. Keeping it in was fucking painful. I couldn't breathe with the weight of the enormity of my love for him sitting on my chest.

"Please let me—" I mumbled into his mouth, begging to be allowed to let it out.

He only deepened the kiss, tongue slipping past my lips. His mouth sealed mine. Another dagger to the chest, but damn if he didn't taste like heaven. It was the kind of kiss you could get lost in. Come from. Live your whole life hoping to reexperience.

"Should I ask for your hand in marriage when he wakes up or is there a timeline for the different clauses of the contract?" his husky voice asked when he finally pried his lips from mine.

"Harmon, don't—" I began in an accusatory tone, watching him intertwine our fingers.

"I told you. You don't get a choice. Neither does he. I will make him my brother-in-law whether he likes it or not. Let's just give him a chance to get on board first, okay? Just in case I don't have to steal you from him and he can live with sharing," he said cockily, raising my hands to his lips and kissing my fingertips.

I gulped. My pussy clenched as I watched him suck my middle finger into his mouth.

So he hadn't said he loved me yet. What did that matter when he was making plans for our life together?

I couldn't stop the nagging feeling tugging at my yearning heart. Still desperate to hear those three little words. Twelve year old me, hearts in her eyes the moment she laid eyes on this man, wouldn't let me ruin the moment with another tantrum. Maybe he meant after we told Billy we could finally…