Page 117 of Scorned Obsession

Her pussy gripped me like the tightest fist and had me almost coming before I even thrust. And when I pulled out to drive back in, all that suction made my eyes roll back, my body shudder. I knew sex with her would blow my mind. But I never imagined it to be like this. Delicious torture. Like I’d given her my goddamned soul, and I had no desire to get it back.

“Mine now.” I kept repeating those words as I drove inside her over and over. First slowly, and when she adjusted and put her heels over my ass, I sped up.

I entwined our fingers and slammed them on either side of her head and continued thrusting. Seeing her beneath me, her mouth open, eyes luminous with arousal, so reminiscent of all my tortured dreams about fucking Bianca, I needed to go deeper. So deep I’d rather drown in her beautiful eyes than wake up to any reality where she wasn’t mine.

“Mine now,” I repeated savagely. I shifted to my knees, surprising her when I tugged her whole body up with me whilestill embedded. Fingers gripping her sides, I lifted her and slammed her down on my cock. “No one else. No one else gets to be inside you like this.”

Her eyes flashed and her nails dug into my shoulders. She did a swivel with her hips, and I gritted my teeth against the pleasure, not wanting to come.

“You too,” she breathed. “You’re not going to be with anyone else but me.”

“I haven’t for years, Bianca.” Her eyes widened in surprise, but I was so stripped raw by that admission, I buried my nose in her throat and inhaled. Each time our bodies moved against each other, my cock swelled harder and harder.

Finally, I raised my gaze to her. She was looking at me like I could move mountains for her.

My wife.

“Fall back,” I whispered.

She shot me a sultry smile and leaned away. The shadows and light of the bedroom only emphasized the work of art that was Bianca’s body. I traced the curve of her torso with the tips of my fingers and outlined the full swell of a breast.

I yanked her back upright. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you have no idea.”

Then she did that thing with her hips again. I latched on to a nipple and she moaned so loud, I sucked harder while impaling her repeatedly on my cock. The temptation to flip her over and take her from behind was strong, but I fought against it. The first time I came inside her, I wanted to watch her face. I wanted to watch her fall apart.

But I was on the edge of exploding. I tipped us over so she was on her back again. And with the back of her knees under my elbows with my hands on either side of her, I powered inside her. Fast. Hard. Over and over. Bianca was sobbing and begging me not to stop. So I didn’t. Tenderness forgotten, I unleashedthe wildness that had been fighting to break free. And the second she cried out and I felt her tight cunt ripple around my cock, I let myself go and emptied inside her.

I shuddered and groaned. I captured her lips for a brief kiss, but I was panting in such a way that I couldn’t catch my breath. I collapsed on top of her, but quickly rolled to her side. We were a tangle of limbs and bedsheets. Bianca burrowed into me and my arms came around her.

We stayed silent for a while.

“That was…” she breathed.

A side of my mouth curled up. “Yeah.”

“Oh my God, we finally did it.”

I let out a rough chuckle. “And we’re going to do it many more times.”

Bianca went up on an elbow and stared at me. “No regrets, right?”

“That’s my line,” I said. “No more pushing away. And no more running away either.”

“I wasn’t running away. I just wanted to see my family and help Divina.”

I pulled her into the circle of my arms with her head resting on my chest. “I meant when you disappeared for three months. Don’t ever do that again. Don’t ever hide from me.”

“I was tired of your hot-and-cold treatment. I wanted to move on.”

Long ago, the thought of Bianca moving on was a bitter resignation, but now it was like icy claws of fear digging into my chest. I circled the skin on her bicep. “I just…never thought I’d feel worthy of you.”

“Yet you couldn’t stand me with another man,” she finished. And as if that fired her up, she gave me a hard shove. “I’m getting pissed about that again...”

I grinned. “Angry sex is fantastic.”

“Don’t deflect. What do you mean you haven’t in years?”

My smile disappeared. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

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