Page 69 of Shadowed Obsession

I would like that very much.

My eyes widen at his admission, I envision him in my bed, hard body on display, dark eyes piercing me as he strokes his thick dick. It’s been a struggle not pushing up against it the few times he lay with me.

“Since you aren’t here, I’ll paint the picture. I’m in the same spot you were in when I watched you squirt for the first time. Do you know what I would’ve done if I’d been there? I’d lap up every fucking drop of the mess you made for me.Coño,” he grunts.

Well, fuck.

“I’d curl my fingers inside of you until you drenched my fucking beard. I’d quench my thirst and coax another orgasm out of you. A greedy girl like yourself would love that, wouldn’t you?”

My chest rises and falls as my pleasure builds. I grip the seat of my chair and close my eyes as I fight back tears.

“Please,” I beg softly.

I need to come. Please let me come.

As if he can hear my thoughts, he relents, “Are you going to come at your desk for me, baby? You have to stay quiet if you want to be rewarded. Come for me, Doe. Fall apart on my dick. Please?”

Don’t mind if I do.

“Come for me,ahora. Ahora mismo.”

My body obeys. Pleasure sweeps through like an undertow, dragging me as I come back to life.

Never have I experienced anything like that. Help.¡Ayudame!

“Where do you want me to come,mi beba? Undo your top so I can paint those big, beautiful tits. Mmm,” he orders, huffing out his next breath as his strokes quicken.

His breath hitches as he strokes even harder. Without another thought, I rush to unbutton my top, yanking it open to reveal my lace bra, my full breasts on display for him through the camera.

Anything to hear him come.

He groans, guiding me through his climax, and it’s music to my ears. His staccato breaths, my name on his lips, the sounds of him fucking his hand. It’s enough to make me come again, but as the sensations build, the buzzing halts.

“Asshole,” I say to myself.

“That was a good game, Doe. Thanks for playing. You up for a rematch?” he asks with a chuckle.

Does his mother know she raised a fucking villain?

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empty threats

César

2:08 p.m. | 66 minutes after ‘the sixth incident’

Doe

You’re eviler than I thought you were.

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

I tap the remote once more to frustrate her, and I can’t help but laugh. Pissing off Deirdre Klarke has become my new favorite pastime. Though, I’ve tortured her enough today and decide to give her a break, shutting it off.

Doe

Fuck you.

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