Page 31 of Pretty Obsessed

“No, don’t leave.” The desperation in his voice kept me in place. “The club requires tests…”

He had a point. We both would have had to have recent negatives.

“Are you sure?”

“I can’t bear for you to leave.” He cupped my face kissing me, all his movements laced with need. “Please fuck me.”

I held his eyes. He grabbed the back of my neck and took my mouth, pressing with his heels, pulling me closer. I pushed inside him, because right now my cock was in control. We both moaned long and loud, the connection unbelievable. Divine. I’d never been inside anyone without a condom. I understood why so many men hated them. This was entirely different.

He was entirely different. Being with him stronger than any drug.

There would be no way to go back to filling my needs after this. There was no comparison. The connection burned my veins like fire.

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop fucking you.” My honesty dripped from my lips. Devotion as I worshiped his body.

“You have the rest of the night.”

I whimpered promises over his skin and drove my cock deeper. The desperate need to fill him took over. We kissed and stayed like that until we were both raw. He took it all, and begged for more.

“Flip over,” he demanded.

I obliged and let him take the top position. He straddled my hips and slowed our bodies, dragging it out, sinking all the way down onto my cock. I laid back, torn between touching him and watching. I wanted both. Watching his cock as he rode me made my mouth water. I grabbed his hips and tried to set the pace. He threw my hands off, moving his butt.

“You’re so deep.” He planted his hands on my chest using it as leverage to get more of my cock inside him.

My toes curled and I arched into him. “You’re going to make me come.”

“Isn’t that the point?” He dragged his teeth over his lower lip.

“I was enjoying taking it slow.” I grabbed his hips again, forcing him to do as I asked.

“You think any of what we’re doing is slow?” he said through a moan I felt in my cock.

“I didn’t want to come yet.” I’d been holding back to extend, but with him in control, I knew I’d lose it.

His smile divulged amusement at my admission. “Are you saying I can make you come?”

“I think you could rip my release from me any time you wanted.” I spread his cheeks, digging my fingers into flesh, not to control his movements this time but to have some grasp of him before I spun out of control.

He gasped but didn’t move my hands. I squeezed harder, knowing I’d leave bruises. He slammed his ass over me, mirroring my aggression. I planted my feet into the mattress and met his grinds, losing it. I sat up as my release hit me, crushing our mouths together. He sputtered into my mouth, quickly catching up as cum spilled between us, hitting our chests and my throat.

I kissed him harder, encouraging the violent orgasm.

He came without touching himself. He came from riding my cock alone.

This was an entirely new level.

I did that to him.

I was ready to go again and we hadn’t even separated.

He languished long slow kisses on me, milking me for every drop, pushing me back down so he could stretch out over me, pulling off my cock. We stayed that way for some time, kissing and rubbing together.

The physical contact I’d been craving for months started to ebb. I felt full again. But I didn’t want to let go of him. I rocked my hips, letting my still fully hard cock rub over his.

“How are you still hard?” he said laughing into my lips. “I know you came. I can feel it.”

“You could feel it?” Somehow this delighted me.

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