Page 90 of Shadowed Obsession

“César, fuck,” I weep into his neck.

“Fuck, my name sounds so good on your lips,” he moans, adding a third finger and pumping harder into me as his thumb circles my clit.

My eyes roll back while his face is buried in my neck as he sings praises in my ear.

“You’re going to come for me as many times as you need to. ¿Tu meentiendes?” He groans, curling his fingers toward my G-spot.

Oh my God.

“Yes, Sir.

“You gon’ squirt for me, baby?”

I clutch onto him when my orgasm wracks through me, tunneling my vision as release runs down my legs.

Oh fuck.

He watches me in awe as I ride the aftershocks against his palm. Showering me with praise and forehead kisses.

“You looked so fucking pretty when you came for me. Bend over,mi beba,” he orders.

I turn away and bend at my waist, wailing as he fulfills his promise. His warm tongue licks my legs clean and swirls around my other hole, peppering kisses on my ass and thighs.

“You are so perfect. So fucking perfect,” he says with a hard smack on my ass that has me throbbing with need all over again. “C’mon, baby,” he coos as I return to my height.

“Do you want to have dinner now or?” he asks, glancing from me to the kitchen.

“I—uh actually have an appetite for something else,” I suggest as my eyes flit to his thick erection.

My mouth waters at the sight of it, and my thighs squeeze together, failing to dull the ache.

I need him now.

When he catches me staring, he smirks. “I was thinking the same thing. I haven’t quite had my fill,” he says, gripping his dick through his pants.

“I’d like to get out of this dress,” I whisper, leading him to the living room as I reach to undo my zipper, but he beats me to it.

Sweet kisses grace my shoulders and back, as he unclasps my bra and the dress pools at my feet.

“Dios mio,” he says under his breath, watching me step around it.

He takes my hand as we enter the room, and when I lower myself, he reaches out to stop me.

He places a pillow at my feet, and I kneel onto it, rushing to undo his belt, eager to see him for the first time. With a tug of his pants, the outline of his hard dick is revealed.

He steps out of the pants and removes his boxer-briefs, and my eyes widen as his thick dick springs free. Whiskey eyes set my skin ablaze, and heat pools between my legs as I stroke his length, spreading his precum over the tip.

I swipe my tongue against him to steal a taste, savoring it as I stare up at him eager to please. “Mmhmm.”

He’s a walking threat and forbidden fruit, ripe for the taking. A taste I yearn for no matter the consequence.

“Fuck my throat, please?” I state in a low tone.

“You sure?” he asks, searching my face for hesitation and finding none.

“I’ve never been surer,” I assure him, spitting as I jack him off.

“Coño.Tap my thigh three times if it becomes too much, okay?”

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