Page 21 of Obsidian Devotion

"What the hell was that about?" she demands.

"Who was he?" I counter, stepping closer.

"A customer. A good one." She crosses her arms. "Is there a problem with me being friendly to the people who keep your business profitable?"

"There's friendly, and then there's whatever that was," I snap.

Sofia's eyes narrow. "We haven't even discussed what happened between us, and you think you may dictate who I talk to?"

The mention of our kiss hangs in the air between us, charged and dangerous. We've both been avoiding this conversation, this confrontation.

"We're discussing it now," I say, closing the distance between us.

One breath of stillness—then she crashes into me, all heat and fury. Her lips devour mine, desperate and wild. My grip tightens in her hair, dragging her into the storm with me. The pain tearing through my side vanishes beneath the burn of her body against mine.

I lift her onto my desk, papers scattering to the floor unheeded. The look in her eyes is downright feral as she grabs me by the belt with one hand and the tie with the other.

Sofia gasps as I grab her knees and spread them wide apart. She tries to shut them, but I’m stronger, and when my hands slide up her smooth thighs, she whimpers.

“What are you…oh my God…” she whines when my finger teases up her lips through her lace panties, her eyes rolling back in bliss.

I slip my fingers under her skirt, feeling her lace panties, teasing up and down her bare, slick pussy before I peel her panties down her legs, slowly.

I let them dangle from her heels before I push between her legs and kiss and nibble my way up her thigh.

Sofia squirms, and when I shove her back across the desk, my laptop crashes and tumbles to the floor, and she gasps.

I’ll buy another one.

“Lorenzo—oh fuck…”

She’s propped up on her elbows, her face bright red and her breath coming fast as she watches me hover, my mouth mere inches above her eager cunt.

I lock eyes with her, making her wait for it as I drool on her pussy for a moment before slowly dipping my mouth to her.

“Oh. My. Fuuccck…” she coos in pleasure helplessly as I lick her slowly and languidly, not hurrying. I take my time savoring the taste of her pretty pussy.

I lap at every drop of her honey-sweetness. My tongue dances lightly around her clit, teasing her into a frenzy before I plunge it deep inside of her.

Sofia’s legs shake. Her chest rises and falls, never breaking eye contact as I slowly work my tongue and lips over her sweet little pussy, taking her higher and higher.

I don’t rush it. I don’t demand, which is a change for me. But I do utterly subjugate her pussy and claim it as mine. I have her dancing on a fucking tightrope, and I keep her there for damn near close to twenty minutes, until I’m legitimately worried I’m going to break something in her head.

I keep the pace slow. I keep the tip of my tongue teasing around her clit. Until suddenly, with one precise, tiny flick, Sofia’s universe comes crashing down.

She slams a hand over her mouth, biting down hard on her palm as she wrenches and writhes. Her swollen, throbbing pussy explodes in spasms against my tongue, flooding my mouth with her orgasm as her thighs lock around my head.

Gently, I tease my lips up and down her thighs as she catches her breath. Then, with a smug grin, I stand between her legs and sink my cock into her.

“Fuck!”, I groan. “Your pussy was made for me.” Nibbling her glistening skin, I move my lips along her jawline.

“Do you like how my cock fills you to the brim?”

“Yes.” A throaty moan next to my ear.

“Good,” I rasp against her ear. “Because you will only be stretched around this cock from now on,” I said.

“And if I ever see you smiling at another man like that again, I’ll fuck the memory of him out of you. You hear me?”

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