Page 106 of His Coveted Obsession

Easton continued to pump into me, my mouth covered with one hand and the other pinching my nipple, twisting and tugging. The stinging pain sent a wave of arousal through me, and my body shuddered. It also pulled out a loud groan.

“You like your nipples played with?”

I gave him a muffled ‘yes.’

He suddenly growled in my ear. “Fuck… too soon. I don’t want to cum yet.” And right after he said those words, his body froze, and I was filled with his hot cum. “Dammit!”

I smiled, blissed out and still desperate to come. “There’s time for more,” I rasped. “We have all the time in the world.”

He nipped my neck hard enough to sting as his cock slipped out. “Aren’t you clever?”

“I have my moments.”

Easton spun me around, poured body wash into his hand, and lathered my cock with it. His fist was tight as he stroked upward, then back down, twisting. As he worked the orgasm out of me, he pressed his lips to mine, shoving his tongue into my mouth as aggressively as he’d fucked me a moment ago. Like he wanted to keep fucking me but couldn’t, so this was the next best thing.

I fell back into the tiles, and Easton pressed his body against mine, stroking, kissing, stroking, kissing. He owned all of me. If he asked for the moon, I would give it to him. I would doanythingto keep him.

His free hand tweaked my nipple again, and I groaned into his mouth, which only pushed him harder against me, and stroked me faster.

I was lost in his kiss, his fist pumping and pinching as the water poured over us. I loved how he so effortlessly erased the past horrible days.

My balls quickly drew up into my body, ready to blow.

Easton must have noticed because he ordered me to come.

And I did.

My fingers dug into his rock-hard shoulders as I cried out into his mouth and spilled into his hand.

He pulled away, leaving me gasping for air while I still shuddered and pulsed from my orgasm.

“I’ll suck you down next time. I just needed to kiss you and swallow your climax.”

“It was perfect.”

Easton spun me around to face the wall again. I listened to the sounds of the shampoo cap opening and closing. Soon, strong fingers ran through my hair, digging into my scalp in the best head massage as he washed it.

I grew nearly dizzy from relaxation, especially after my orgasm. God, I loved it when he washed my hair. The care he took. The patience. Through all my suffering with the loss of my mother, my father’s addiction, and our abduction… I hadn’t realized how hard life had been. I’d grown almost desensitized to it, trying to survive and take care of Annie. Then came the hottest and most interesting man alive, and he wantedme. He brought me happiness and stability. He kept me whole. No matter who he was or what he did, Easton would always be mine.

“Do you need to hear the words, Thomas?” he asked.

“What words?”

“Do you need me to tell you I love you?”

“Why would you do that?”

“You don’t need to hear them? Dalton suggested you might, despite what you’ve told me.”

I turned around to face him and cupped his face. It was the best way to get him to focus on me. He needed to know my truth.

“People speak a lot of words. Words filled with lies and manipulation. Actions always say more. Keep being honest with me. Always. If youfeelyou need to tell me, then do. If you believe it’s not your truth, then don’t. But understand that Iknowyou love me. I know it down to my soul through your actions. So no, I don’t need to hear the words.”

“Okay.”

“In return, I will tell you every day how much I love you with words and actions. I will always worship you, Superman. You will always be my hero. I’m sorry I needed some time, and that it stressed you out. It won’t happen again. You will always belong to me. Hell, I’ll get that tattooed on my skin if you need more proof.”

He grinned devilishly. “Tattooing your obsession on your body is hot. Do it.”

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