Page 111 of Pretty Obsessed

“Condom?” I asked, my voice shaky.We’d been apart so long it was the smart thing to do, but I hated it.

“Right.” He dug in his pocket again producing one.

I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him back into a kiss. “Please fuck me.”

“Gladly.” He kicked out of his jeans, not giving me any reprieve.

I wrapped one leg around his hips, begging to be picked up. He scooped me up, and slammed me into the wall, grinding into me. I grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling it from his shoulders, only breaking apart long enough to get it off him. I wanted access to all of him. He sheathed himself in the condom and I nearly told him to forget it. I didn’t want to wait any longer.

“If you don’t open that lube fast, I will not be responsible for you not being able to walk tomorrow…” He tilted his hips, sending his cock sliding past my balls.

I clenched, bringing the packet to my teeth to rip open. I coated both of us, then his balls and abs. He raised a brow but didn’t question it, sliding his hands to my ass, lifting me higher.

“Put me inside of you.” He gasped into my mouth.

I lined him up and met his heady gaze. “Deep, please. I don’t want any space between us.”

“My pleasure,” he said, taking me in one stroke.

My head slammed back against the wall, lost to sensation, burning pleasure licking up my spine and overtaking all my senses. “Oh fuck.”

He knocked me into the wall, over and over, burying himself as far as he could go.

“I can’t take it anymore…” I barely got the words out before I came all over him. Painting his chest and abs.

He didn’t stop. Instead, he lowered us to the floor, pressing all his weight into me, fucking me relentlessly into the hardwood. I was a whimpering mess, meeting his thrusts, fully spent and yet somehow hard again. I grabbed onto him, moaning incoherently.

“Flip over.” He growled into my ear, pulling back and withdrawing.

I couldn’t do it fast enough, lifting my ass in the air, begging for him.

He grabbed my hair, penetrating me again, making my back arch, as I yelped in lustful need. He took me with full and fluid thrusts. I was drunk on it. Elated by the bond as he came inside me. Warmth of a different kind flooding my body. His warmth. He collapsed on top of me, keeping me close, with whispers of admiration and kisses.

“Will you hate me if I want to have my way with you again?”

“It’s your birthday. I told you I belonged to you.”

“You did but I don’t think the meaning fully sunk in.”

“Would you like me to say it again?” I asked, more than a little aroused by the idea.

“Yes,” he said gruffly and very clearly feeling the same.

“Take me to bed and kiss me and I’ll tell you.”

Both of us were slick from the exertion and lube I’d smeared between us, sliding together, enjoying the aftermath of our passion. He kissed along my shoulders, from one to the other before pushing off of me. I rolled to my back and stretched, all of me sore, and I would be for days. I looked forward to the memories locked in flesh. Every time I moved, I’d remember this. Remember the intense connection I’d never find anywhere else.

He held out a hand and I took it, pulling me up into his chest then scooping me over his shoulder.

“What the fuck?” I laughed but was quickly distracted by his ass in my face. I bit one of his cheeks.

He let out a long groan and froze.

“River…” I said when he didn’t move.

“I’m recovering.” He set me on my feet and cupped my face with both hands.

“Bad?” I frowned into his lips.

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