Page 24 of King of Obsession

The seconds trickle past with titillating promises as his fingers graze along my legs. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, his thumb slips through the material, and he swipes it over my lips. In one swift moment, he pulls the thong down, throwing it away before he comes face to face with my pussy.

His intent look proves he’ll have no mercy and then he buries his head into my core, eating me out with greedy laps. His hands splay on my thighs, holding me in place because it feels so incredible I can’t stop squirming, chasing this addictive pleasure.

Moaning and panting, I writhe, thrashing in bed at how good he makes me feel.

He’s a generous lover. He doesn’t stop as if he’s forsaking breathing just for another taste, bringing me so high that for a moment, it feels as if wings would sprout, and I could fly away to another dimension.

He sucks on my clit at the same time as he tugs at my nipple. The combined pleasure has me almost going blind, turning my vision black with stars flashing before my eyes.

Gripping the ends of his hair, I hold on to him, losing any inhibitions. The pressure builds, my core tightens, and I cry out. Moaning and trembling as I come, I fall back on the mattress, panting.

This was a surreal experience with a high addictive potential.

He licks his lips, humming softly, as if he hasn’t tasted anything better.

“So good. I could eat you all the damn time, and still, it wouldn’t be enough,” he groans, placing a kiss next to my knee and then he undresses himself.

I hold myself up on my forearms as he unbuttons his shirt, exposing the chest of a Greek god, fully sculpted with slopes and planes of muscles on tanned skin.

Needing to touch him, I get on my knees, brush the fabric aside, and explore him in all his glory. He’s hard yet smooth and I place a gentle kiss on his chest, feeling his heartbeats thrumming just like mine.

There’s a lot going on inside us, never to be let out.

Right here and now, it feels like we’ve known each other for a lifetime—it’s this unshakable familiarity and undeniable chemistry.

I lift my eyes to find his set on mine. “Be mine.”

“If only I could.”

With another push, I land on my back, not liking that I can’t touch him any longer. But everything is forgotten when he unzips his slacks, pushing them down in one go. I blink at the thick bulge in his boxer briefs, the angry and swollen tip peeking from its confines.

He’s huge, and I should run before he ruins me. Instead, I want the pain and the pleasure and everything in between.

“Scared?” he taunts me, grasping the beast over the fabric, fully aware I would never back down from a challenge.

“It’s just a cock.”

A cock that will probably destroy my pussy. I don’t say that, though. No need to inflate his already colossal ego.

“Just a cock, huh?”

I swallow as he frees that monster that looks eager to get inside of me, stroking it leisurely up and down as if petting a wild animal to tame it.

“Spread your legs and show me what I am about to fuck.”

Obeying him comes naturally. I part my legs, and he gets between them as if that’s his place. I am small compared to him, and as he cocoons me, I like the difference in our sizes.

“Any last words?” he asks as he grips his cock and places the tip at my entrance. “I won’t be gentle.”

“It’s not me who will need them…” I don’t even get to finish my sentence when he spears into me, breaking me in half. I am aware it’s not possible, but it feels like he split me in two.

Squeezing my eyes shut for a moment, puffs of air stutter out of my suddenly dry mouth and a layer of sweat instantly beads on my forehead. I am about to push him off me when he grips both my hands and pins them above my head. It feels like I am impaled on a steel pole the size of a damn trunk.

“You’ll take me. All of me. Got it? This tight as fuck pussy will stretch for me and welcome me because she’s fucking mine.” Then he kisses me long and sensually, in contrast to his crass words and unyielding grip on me. “Breathe. I have you. You’re doing so well, mio angelo.” He doesn’t stop kissing me, and his endearment makes me emotional while fully aware that I can’t escape him.

I squirm, needing him to do something like pull himself out of me, but he starts moving. Forcing me not only to take him but feel him pillaging my pussy, making himself a home out of a truly conquered and assaulted fortress.

“I hate you right now,” I pant, and he places a kiss on my forehead.

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