Page 102 of Obsessive Love

“Nah, there’s no reason to thank me,” he continued. “Because I swear to you, I have been saying it. It may have just been mentally, and that’s on me. I’ll spend the rest of our lives making sure you hear it.”

“You want to spend the rest of your life with me?” I wasn’t an insecure woman, but hearing this man say he wanted me for the rest of his life did something to my heart.

“This one, the next, and every one after that.”

Some may call me weak or deranged because I love what he said, but I don’t care. I didn’t need a big, grand gesture or a lot of words. I needed action; if Pyrite Stone wasn’t anything else, he was a man of action. He’d shown me that from the very moment I met him. What he wanted, he went after, and what he said, he meant. Him saying that he wanted me now and forever was his truth, and I had to respect it. “Okay,” I said, nodding. I stood, stripped off my clothes, then returned to my original spot. His dick patted against my ass, and I had to bite my lip. My pussy was so wet that he had a puddle on his stomach. I reached between us, dipped my fingers into my juices, then brought them to Pyrite's lips. I smeared my juices against his lips, and he greedily licked it off and then sucked on my fingers.

“I’m going to ask only one thing of you, Pyrite,”

“Whatever it is, it's yours,” he said after he sucked all the juices off my fingers.

I lifted, lined his dick up to my opening, then lowered. He filled and stretched me, and I had to dig my nails into his chest to keep from screaming out in pleasure.

“Fuck,” I hissed as I allowed my body to adjust to him. “Stay obsessed with me.”

“Uncuff me, Fable,” he said as he pulled at the cuffs. The veins in his neck and forehead were protruding as if he were struggling to maintain control.

“No.” I started moving my hips, and Pyrite continued to fight against the cuffs. Even though he was stronger than I was, I knew they wouldn’t break. Zane had done an amazing job of building us a steady bed. I placed my hands on Pyrite’s chest for balance, then planted my feet and hovered over him. I rode his dick until my head started to swim, and my orgasm knocked against my chest. “Fuck!”

“Come on, baby, unlock me,” Pyrite begged as he tried to fuck me from below. “Come on, Fable, let me help you, baby.”

“Shit, Pyrite,” I moaned as I continued to ride him. His dick felt so good, and I knew I wasn’t going to last too much longer. I chased this feeling every time we had sex. It was all-consuming, yet freeing at the same time. I lowered to my knees and bent so my mouth was next to Pyrite’s ear. I nibbled at his ear, teasing him like he did me, then kissed his neck.

“I feel that nut, Fable; let me get it,” he grunted. “Come on, baby, cum for me.”

“Not yet,” I moaned.

“Why, baby?”

“Because I haven’t told you yet,” I moaned and shook my head. I wrapped my hand around his throat. “Dear Pyrite,” I gasped when he slowed his movements. He was dragging my pleasure out of me. “Our love story didn’t start like others, but that’s okay because it’s uniquely ours. We will fuss, fight, laugh, joke, cry, and grow together because we are destined. Yourcrazy, matches mine. And I feel sorry for the world if we are ever to separate because I will burn this bitch down until we are reunited,” I recited the first prayer he’d ever told me when we had sex. “This isn’t anything but obsessive.”

“Fuck!” Pyrite groaned as he nutted. His orgasm triggered mine, and I followed behind him. “Fuck!”

I reached up and unlocked his wrist from the cuffs. Pyrite wrapped his arms around me and flipped us over. He stared at me, chuckled, then smashed his mouth into mine. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine and started to rock into me. I gasped, and my back arched off the bed.

“Dear Fable,” he said as he watched me. His arms went under my legs, and my knees were almost at my underarms. “I’m about to crash out in this pussy, then love on you for the rest of our lives because I’ve been obsessed with you since the moment I stepped into your bakery to collect a debt.” He chuckled and sped up his movements.

“Don’t forget to say amen,” I moaned.

“Amen,” he said, then kissed me.

PYRITE

“You are being dramatic,”I said in Fable’s ear as we walked out of Hood and Legacy’s engagement party. My boy was getting married, and I was proud as fuck of him. His engagement was dope as hell, and it was unforgettable with the help of Ms. Arlene and her video.

“How?” She looked up at me and smiled.

“You keep twirling your ankle like it's new or something.” I rested my hand on the small of her back to help guide her down the steps.

“Because it feels weird,” she said as we got to the bottom of the steps. We stepped out of the way so people could come and go as they pleased, and I leaned against the railing. Fable stepped into my space and wrapped her arms around my neck.

“What do you mean, it feels weird?”

“I’m not used to the monitor not being there,” she answered with a shrug. “It was an unwanted accessory for two months, and now it's gone.”

“I can always put it back on,” I suggested. It may have sounded like I was joking, but I wasn’t. I was keeping that monitor close at all times.

“Don’t make me beat your ass,” she said, shaking her head.

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