Page 76 of Obsessed with Her

In and out, my shaft devours her pussy with agonizing urgency.

The narrow walls pull me towards them, imprisoning me.

I take her deeply, working my self-control to make the pleasure last.

Tongues attack each other in a hungry kiss; the ecstasy of complete connection elevates lust to a level I've never experienced.

For a long time, I alternate between accelerating the fucking, reaching the edge of the precipice, and retreating, delaying the final prize until the limit of pain.

The warmth of her pussy is perfect, and the scent of lust spreads throughout the room, creating a unique scent, just ours, that I'm sure I'll memorize forever.

I reach my limit when Serenity comes again, squeezing me in small convulsions.

I start fucking her hard, each pounding thrust confirming that she is mine.

I realize maybe I've gone too far when she gives me a long moan, but as I try to slow down, she begs me not to stop.

Our bodies collide, our sexes brushing wetly, slippery. Teeth, tongues, and fingers explore everything they can reach.

Her inner muscles throb around me in a warning that another orgasm is approaching.

I pull almost all the way out and come back, pumping her sex with my hard cock.

She contracts even more, and when I suck on a nipple, swirling my tongue around the hard flesh, Serenity explodes in an orgasm, her angelic face becoming the purest image of sated lust.

I feel the pressure for my climax building, my body hardening from the almost animalistic pleasure of our act.

Seconds later, I follow her, coming hard, my release so violent that for a few seconds, I'm half out of breath.

Her sex is still convulsing a minute after we both came.

I pull out of her slowly, even though it's the last thing I want. I know it's risky to stay. Even though I always have protected sex, there is no chance that Serenity uses the pill.

I get up from the bed to discard the condom, and when I lie down again, she doesn't wait for an invitation to stretch herself out over my body like a cat. She gives a little moan and then passes out in satiated languor.

I lie awake, feeling her warm, delicious body on mine, stroking her hair, watching her sleep. "What am I going to do with you, Serenity?"

I thought she was sleeping, but maybe she was just dozing, because she lifts her head to look at me. "Do you need to do something? Can't we just carry on as we are?"

"I don't work that way. I'm a planner."

"I'm not one of your companies."

"No, but you are mine."

She lays her head down on my chest again and is soon snoring, but this time, she falls into a deep sleep.

I must have fallen asleep too, but I'm a light sleeper and I wake up with the feeling that I'm being watched.

When I open my eyes, Serenity is kneeling on the bed, naked, looking at me.

"I don't want them to know about us," she says.

That was the last thing I expected her to say. "What?"

"It won't last. You said you don't stay with the same woman for more than a week. I don't want your family to find out. Seven days pass quickly."

"No."

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