Page 11 of Obsessed Fox

“Hendrix,” she moaned.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

When I was sure I had her glossy eyes locked on mine, I growled “mine” before slamming inside her, causing her eyes to roll back inside her head.

I could get used to seeing that. Our first time together, I didn’t get to enjoy all these little things. It was a rushedexperience in a dark closet. I was trying to hide my identity until Maisie finished so she didn’t push me away.

This time I got to take every pleasure she was willing to give. I was able to look into her beautiful eyes. To watch her expressions with each thrust. I wielded my Jacob’s ladder like a damn magical wand to ensure I gave her the best experience of her life because I planned to be her last sexual partner. Another man on this earth wouldn’t get the chance to feel how Maisie tightened when she was close.

Not unless that person wanted to die at my hands.

“Yes!” Maisie gasped. “Right there!”

I lived for those sounds. I repeated the same process over and over again until she was screaming the house down with my name on her lips. I didn’t care if she woke the neighborhood up. I hoped she did. I wanted everyone to know exactly who she belonged to.

Obsessed wasn’t even a strong enough word for how I felt about Maisie. I wanted to claim her in every way that I could. I wanted her to carry my last name.

I finished shortly after her and rolled us so that she was lying across my chest.

I was gasping from exertion and couldn’t promise that I wouldn’t have collapsed on top of her. Essentially crushing her from the pleasure she gave me.

“How the hell was that better than the first time? I imagined how good you were with that damn thing, but nope, I was kidding myself.”

I chuckled. “Can we not call my cock athing, please. He might get offended.”

Maisie didn’t lift her head but I didn’t need to see her eyes to know she was likely rolling them at me. She did that a lot. “Let me guess,” she huffed. “You’re one of those guys who names his cock and treats him like his own person.”

“Uh, no.” I was quick to correct her. “I love my cock, don’t get me wrong. We have a great connection, especially since you seem so damn happy with it, but no name. I think it’s weird when guys do that. And even more so when they refer to them like a person.”

I could feel Maisie’s relieved sigh. “Oh good. I thought for a minute there I would have to get rid of you. Naming your cock is a hard no for me. I’ve only met one guy who did it and I can promise you as soon as I realized, I ran for the hills.”

Jealousy, like I had never felt before, consumed me. “How about we never talk about another man when I’m still semihard inside your pussy.”

My statement caused Maisie to laugh and I could swear I felt it all the way down to my toes. But what really surprised me was the fact that I was growing hard again after already having her twice.

I wasn’t a young man anymore. I didn’t pretend to be. Usually I needed recovery time after the first round. Clearly, with Maisie, that wasn’t the case and it surprised the hell out of me.

“I need to clean myself up,” Maisie groaned. “I can feel you dripping out of me onto the bed. It’s a little gross, to be honest.”

I hid my laughter, and my need to possess her. If it were up to me, I would shove it all back in. I would shove it so far up her vagina that there would be no mistaking who owned it. Maisie was mine even if she didn’t realize it yet.

I watched her slip out of bed and head straight for the bathroom. I went to the hamper and grabbed a shirt to clean myself up, then tagged a pair of boxers off the floor and waited for Maisie to come back into the room.

She stepped out of the bathroom with another big yawn and came straight back to bed.

“I’m exhausted.” Her words were punctuated with yet another yawn.

“Then get some sleep, sweetheart. I’ll be right here.”

She snuggled into my side with her head on my chest and her arm draped over my belly but it was her words that gave me a laugh. “Don’t get used to this.”

Of course she would have to have the last word. My little rebel wouldn’t know how else to be.

I waited until I was sure she was fast asleep before slipping out of the bed and tiptoeing across the room and out into the hallway.

After I cleaned up the mess we made on the floor, I silently went to the kitchen to grab an energy drink from the fridge.

I was going to need it if I planned to stay awake all night.

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