Page 74 of Scoring His Obsession

He pushes the cardigan over my shoulder and kisses my bare skin. “I didn’t think I’d even get to see you.”

Pulling away, he stares at me intently. “You think my girlfriend would fly out to my game and I wouldn’t come see her?”

“I read before that you liked to be alone before games.”

“Alone includes you now, Raeann.” My cardigan falls to the floor with a short flick of his wrist. Pinching the skirt of my dress, he tugs it higher until he holds the fabric with his free hand and uses the other to take a handful of my ass.

“Anything on your mind, superstar?”

“Two things. I had planned on taking you to the beach so you could stand in the ocean for the first time, but now I have another idea.”

He hikes my leg up his hip until my foot that was on the floor can’t even touch anymore. Bracing me against him, he moves me to the bed. When my knees hit, he leans me backward, keeping the skirt of my dress at my hips. “Every time I see you, you get more beautiful.”

He runs his hands down my arms and back up. When he hits my elbows, he grips them, forcing them over my head. My pussy aches for him. “What’s your idea?” I ask, my breath raspy.

“My tongue on your pussy.” He holds my arms with one hand while his other travels down the length of my body. Over my collarbone, across my breasts, and across my torso until he brushes the sensitive skin under my panties. He rims around the outside of my thigh, catching just under the fabric as it curves toward my core. He runs his finger along the crotch line, along where my juices have leaked. “You want it, too.”

I haven’t understood why I can’t bring myself to use the toy he bought me. But as soon as he starts touching me, I get it. I’m worried nothing will live up to this and then I’ll leave myself strung out again, never satisfied. At this point, I don’t even think another man could satisfy me. Not like Micah. My whole body is attuned to his.

“Is it difficult to take the dress off?”

“There’s a zipper,” I answer, leaning forward. I grab it and start to unzip, but his hands take over, moving it down before gathering the skirt and pulling it over my head. I prop my feet up on the bed frame, licking my lips at the obvious tent in his pants.

“Not right now. I can’t wait.” I pout, and he runs his fingertip over my lower lip. “I don’t have the bandwidth to be careful with you right now, and I’m certain I don’t want to choke you with my cock, Raeann. I need you happy and healthy at the game. I need you slick and needy every other minute. Okay?”

I nod eagerly. He gently pushes my shoulders back to the mattress while he works my panties off. His huge frame kneels between my legs, and even him just staring at me has heat dripping from my core.

He licks those drops first, lids fluttering closed on a moan. Then his hands work up my rib cage to grab my breasts as he buries his face further into my folds.

“Oh, Micah.”

He wastes no time, running the tip of his tongue over my clit while I squirm underneath him.

My first orgasm rockets through me within minutes. I barely have time to register the bliss before I realize he’s not stopping. “Micah.”

“Need more.”

His carefully calculated pattern across my clit doesn’t waver until I come again, this time louder. “Enough.”

He shakes his head, somehow not losing his rhythm. My fingers dive into his hair. I want to push him away and pull him close at the same time. My sensitive skin is on the fritz. It hurts and feels oh so good.

“Micah, oh God.”

He’s relentless, pinning my hips to the mattress, keeping me in place so he can drive me higher and higher. I bite back a scream, and then another. He’s like a madman on a mission. He usually talks, and soothes, and praises, but this is a frenzy of physical pleasure. Consuming.

It’s as if he was starving for me, and my body is all too willing to give him whatever he’s searching for. My pleasure? Ownership?

My fourth orgasm hits me, and I’m a puddled mess on the bed. I don’t know words anymore. I speak in cries and moans, his name a worship on my lips in coveted gasps.

We continue like that for minutes upon minutes. “Please,” he finally rasps.

“Please what?”

“One more.”

“Baby, it’s too much.”

“One more, I promise.”

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