Page 124 of The Dark Obsession

I weave my fingers into his hair, trying to pull him closer. But the man is relentless. Edging me to the point of crying with both of his rough hands holding me in place as he drives me higher and higher with every tortuous lick.

At last, Tyson’s tongue penetrates me, his nose rubbing against my clit. And I shatter.

My raw moans echoing through the night as my pussy spasms, my body shuddering. Yet the man keeps licking my sensitive flesh, letting me ride out the waves of pleasure until I’m spent.

Utterly drained in the best way possible.

With a content sigh I brush the strands of unruly hair out of his eyes as Tyson rests his cheek against my inner thigh, peering up at me. He watches me with an indecipherable expression, something between yearning and awe.

In the blink of an eye, it’s gone. Ravenous hunger taking over.

I whimper when he grabs my hips, scooting my body down until his crown rubs against my overstimulated clit.

Grinding against my core, the man prods at my abused entrance, making me widen my legs for him.

“So eager for my cock, little one.” He groans, looking pleased at seeing me like this. A dripping mess just for him.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” Tyson moans into my mouth, easing into me, stretching me so good as he fills me completely.

“Your pussy is so hot and wet for me, baby. I’m going to stay buried in your gorgeous cunt forever.” With me impaled on his throbbing shaft, he pulls me into a deep kiss.

His conquest turning almost desperate, like he needs to make sure that I’m here. That I’m never leaving.

With our lips fused together, Tyson gently pulls his hips back before thrusting back in, driving himself between my walls until he's buried to the hilt.

There’s still dominance in his touch, I wouldn’t have it any other way, but this feels different. More sensual.

A new sort of intimacy as our hot bodies wind together, conveying much more than words possibly could.

It feels so good. So damn right.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, warmth spreads through my chest as I meet his burning gaze, full of lust and longing.

For the first time, we fuck slowly.

Forehead to forehead, our bodies coming together as all walls between us crumble.

He shows me all of himself. Open and vulnerable, letting me see the suffering boy he was but also the strong man he has become.

No one else gets this raw version of him. The tortured soul that speaks to mine, binding us together irrevocably.

It’s the closest we’ve come to making love.

“You're doing so well, baby girl.” He breathes over my lips, short huffs of air grazing my face every time he bottoms out.

"M-more." I mewl desperately, clenching my thighs around his waist.

“Not yet.” His rigid shaft moves in and out of me in long, hard strokes. Tyson’s eyes flaring as I roll my hips against his, meeting his every trust.

Releasing a strangled breath, I tighten my hold, needing him impossibly closer.

I yearn to be under his skin.

Sliding a hand underneath my back, he cradles my naked body to his. Tyson’s thrusts getting harder, more demanding.

“My good girl.” A guttural rumble rises from deep within his being. “My needy baby likes getting fucked while looking at the stars.”

Throwing my head back, my lashes flutter and I close my eyes only to immediately snap them open. Not wanting to miss a second of watching Tyson's pleasure filled expression. His strong body moving above me, coming undone for me.

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