Page 52 of Plunge into Obsession

I cupped her face gently before helping her stand.

She clung to me as if she was afraid she might fall, and without a word, I picked her up in my arms, reveling in the softness of her skin as I walked us up the stairs and into the master bedroom.

It had been months since I’d had a woman there.

The last one was Melinda Monroe, who had a beautiful face and a hideous personality.

She’d made the mistake of insulting Catalina when I had the shy girl at the house with her men, and I had kicked her out.

She hadn’t made an appearance in my life since, and I fucking hoped it would remain that way.

Bianca rested her head on my chest and closed her eyes just as I made it up the stairs, as if that one orgasm had taken everything out of her.

I had bad news for her because if she was tired after the one in the foyer, it was nothing compared to what I planned on doing to her for the rest of the night.

I pushed the door open with my foot and fumbled a little for the light switch in the room.

Bianca opened her eyes and took in the enormous king-size bed in the center of the room as I set her down on it.

I gently pushed her so she was lying on her back, and I spread her legs, showing off a bare, wet pussy that had my mouth watering. I couldn’t fucking wait to taste her again.

I could still smell her on my fingers, and it was what I had expected.

Fucking addictive.

She was hairless, the skin soft and smooth, allowing me to see the way her pussy lips glistened.

“Touch yourself for me,” I said, and she offered a scandalized expression my way.

I held in a grin in case she thought I wasn’t being serious.

I was dead serious.

I challenged her with my eyes. She licked her lips before sliding her hand down her body.

Slowly, she touched her mound, flinching a little—no doubt sensitive—before she cupped her small pussy.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Rub yourself. Show me what you would like me to do to you.”

Her fingers played with her pussy lips, spreading them out for my eyes before she swirled her swollen clit with her middle finger.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this. How does it feel?”

Her legs spread further, and I reached down and grabbed my dick over my pants, squeezing the tip and trying to keep from coming so soon.

I wasn’t a fucking teenager about to get his dick wet for the first time, but fuck me if she didn’t make me feel like it.

Her back arched, and her mouth opened as sweet little whimpers escaped. She rubbed harder.

Fuck.

Slowly, I stripped off my clothes, and she looked up at me with hooded eyes.

“Do you know what it does to me when you look at me like this?” I asked, carelessly dropping my shirt on the floor and moving my hands to the fly of my black pants.

“How am I l-looking at you?” she asked, the last word mixed with a moan.

I looked down to see her push one finger inside, fucking herself quickly at a fragmented pace.

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