Page 110 of His Coveted Obsession

You could feel the muscles and power behind him as he pumped and pumped. He was like one of those heavy blankets that calmed anxiety.

As soon as he bit my shoulder, his cock swelled and grew heated. Shortly after, hot cum filled me and he groaned, the deep sound vibrating through my body and into my soul, almost like I experienced his orgasm with him. Except I was still hard as a rock, my balls hanging heavily.

Easton lay there on me, his chest heaving.

“Superman?”

“Hmm?”

“Uhm… I need to come really bad.”

He sat up and pulled out of me, but if I expected to get sucked down, I was sorely mistaken. Easton spread my ass cheeks and ran his finger over my hole, playing with the cum leaking out of me. He scooped some up with his finger and slid it back inside.

Suddenly, my eyes grew wide, and a loud whimper escaped my lungs. His warm tongue ran over my hole, and because I was still open, he shoved it in. This was my first rimming from him and I was in heaven. He licked, swiped, swirled, slurped, and nipped until I was writhing and begging to come.

He pulled away, leaving me cold, then strong hands flipped me over onto my back.

“You have dirt on your dick,” he huffed, making me suddenly laugh.

Easton gathered some water from the creek and cleaned me off before swallowing me down. He was as aggressive about it as he was fucking me, sucking the cum out of me. His expert tongue worked all the best spots, and my orgasm was just hanging over the precipice. I had already been close from the constant pegging of my prostate.

In a few short minutes, I was coming, crying out, just as Easton liked.

When he finished, I lay there like a sack of potatoes as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

He looked down at me with an unreadable face, a look I had grown familiar with and loved, even if I couldn’t understand what was going through his head.

My eyes widened when he lay on top of me and fingered back my sweaty bangs in a strangely endearing and intimate move. Then he placed a soft kiss on my lips.

“What was that for?” I asked, truly curious.

“I’m not sure.”

I grinned sleepily; the sun sparkling through the leaves, warming me with something I couldn’t explain.

“You love me. That was an act of love.”

“It seemed like the thing to do. As I said before, I like touching you. I like how it makes me feel when most of my emotions are hidden away in the depths of my mind. You seem to hold the key that unlocks that part of me.”

“God, sweetest thing ever…”

“Good, because it’s time for you to come home where you belong—home with me. You and Annie. No more staying at the safehouse. You’ll be safer with me—no more thinking and processing. You can process with me. My home feels oddly empty without you in it.”

I grinned again and ran fingers through his wrecked hair—a rare thing. “Then, I’ll be there. But just so you know, if I move in, you’re stuck with me forever.”

“Of course. We’re bonded.”

Three Months Later

Iturnedmyhuntfor Gregory Ivanov into a vacation. He had escaped with his family to Willemstad, Curaçao. I took Thomas and Annie with me, dumping them at a high-end resort while I went off to kill Ivanov. Thomas insisted he come with me, but I didn’t want him ‘processing’ again if he saw what I had planned for the man who hurt my Thomas. No. It was better that he stayed by the beach, drinking daiquiris, and getting a tan.

Annie and Thomas each had their own bungalows because I wanted to fuck Thomas when I was done with this job without trying to keep him quiet with his sister around. I needed his sex noises as much as I needed to breathe. Theykept me satiated.

Annie and Thomas had finally moved in with me. While Thomas, living with me was perfect, it was an adjustment to have the energetic and frequently temperamental teen. She was often difficult to deal with. But I couldn’t have him without her.

We had to fight their father on that because she was a minor, but I pressured the man, making it abundantly clear that I didn’t trust him to take care of his children. When he fully got his shit together, then he could think about spending more time with them, though I knew Thomas tried to see him at least twice a month. So far, his father had stayed away from gambling and still maintained his job. It was a start.

I sat in the open-air bar, sipping a virgin piña colada, watching Ivanov have a late mid-day meal, biding my time, waiting for that perfect moment to end him finally. As much as I wanted to mutilate the man, that would have been too messy. I needed to do this, so his death looked natural, keeping the island authorities away from me. Murdering someone on an island such as this was too risky, especially since his private home housed his family and several guards.

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