You down another shot and giggle drunkenly. "So," you slur, leaning in close to him, "do you want to see how I'd react if someone read my private thoughts?" Before he can answer, you push him onto the table and climb on top of him.

You slowly unbutton his shirt, revealing his smooth chest, and then trail your fingers lower, down over his stomach and towards his crotch.

As you touch him through his pants, Oliver groans with pleasure. You grin wickedly and pull out his hard cock, freeing it from confinement. "Is this what you wanted?" you ask playfully, wrapping your hand around him and beginning to stroke in time with the music.

Oliver nods eagerly, arching into your touch. His breath comes faster now, his body tense with anticipation. You lean forward to kiss him hungrily, deepening the contact as you continue to stroke his length. "

Oliver moans against your entrance, feeling his control slip even further as he tastes you and feels your warmth surrounding him. "So fucking needy," he whispers hoarsely, slipping a finger into you before adding another. He begins to thrust roughly, claiming your body as his own once more, lost in the pleasure of dominating every inch of you.

"Yes," you moan, arching your back off the bed as he fills you with his fingers and tongue, "Fuck me... use me..."

Oliver grins wickedly as he feels you relax and open up to him. With one wet, slick finger still in your ass, he slips another into your tight entrance before thrusting both deep inside. "Mine," he growls, taking possession of every inch of you. His free hand finds its way between your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples as he continues to take you apart, claiming every piece of you for himself.