Page 67 of Obsessive Love

I stopped and stared at his back as he walked to the kitchen.

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “It's damn near midnight; I will be up in four hours. I’ll make you something then.”

“You sleepy?” he turned around and looked at me, confused.

“No, but I need to sleep,” I answered, walking to the kitchen.

“Then let’s bake.” He slapped my ass when I passed him.

“Pyrite, if you hit me again, I’m going to black your damn eye,” I warned him, and he laughed.

“You know that freaky shit turns me on, right?” he pulled me to him and whispered in my ear before nibbling on it. “If you ain’t trying to bake, I have something else in mind.”

I turned around in his arms and looked up at him. “I’m not doing that thing with my tongue again until this monitor is off.”

“I didn’t ask you to, did I?” he replied, then wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up. “I know a few tricks, too.”

“I’m aware,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. He walked us from the kitchen, up the stairs, and into his bedroom. “I’ve experienced them before.”

“Nah, that was just a preview,” he said, shaking his head. “I got better tricks.”

He laid me on the bed and then started kissing down to my chest. He pulled my shirt over my head and then removed my pants. My panties and bra set was just a simple black cotton boy shorts with a matching sports bra, but the way he stared down at me made me feel like I had the sexiest lingerie set. He stripped out of his clothes and then went back to kissing my body. He gently kissed the top of my breasts, giving them both attention. Slowly, he made his way down; my stomach, whichwas fluffy and not a six-pack, was given special attention. Using the tip of his tongue, he traced around my belly button to my bra and then back down before softly blowing on the still-damp skin.

“Every time I taste you, even if it is simple like a kiss, I get more addicted,” he said softly while kissing my stomach. “And it's always a new flavor. You smell and taste sweet like you play in whatever dessert you’ve made that day, and it's embedded into your skin.”

“I don’t,” I giggled as I ran my hand through his hair. It was so soft, just like I thought it would be.

He made his way down my stomach and kissed the top of my pussy through my panties. His tongue pushed against the fabric just enough so that I could feel it against my clit.

“Pyrite,” I moaned as I grabbed a handful of his hair.

Pyrite unfastened my bra, and he kneaded my breast. My nipples were hard as rocks as he rolled them between his fingers. I bit into my bottom lip and watched as he lowered his head to my panties and inhaled deeply.

“Fuck, you smell so damn good,” he groaned and shook his head. “I swear this is my favorite place to be.”

“Pyrite, either move or eat my pussy,” I demanded.

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled, then pulled my panties off.

He traced my lips before pushing his tongue into my pussy, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. The way he latched on to my clit should be studied. Pyrite showed me no mercy, and I loved it.

“Fuck,” I moaned as I dug my nails into his scalp and pulled at his hair. “Pyrite!”

My begging only seemed to turn him on because he groaned as he continued to move his tongue against my clit. My entire body vibrated, and my back arched off the bed. He wrapped his arms around my thighs to keep me in place and shook his head.

“Stop all that fucking moving!” he demanded, then kissed my inner thigh. “I told you this was my favorite place to be. Let me enjoy my time.” He nipped at my thigh and then kissed the sting away. Making his way back to my pussy seemed like a game to Pyrite. He bit, nibbled, licked, sucked, and worshiped my body. “Oh, look, my playground.”

He flattened his tongue and licked from my asshole to my clit. It was probably the worst time in the world to think it, but I was glad that I used baby wipes after I shit because the way this man was feasting on my asshole was insane. The tip of his nose brushed against my clit as he moved up. My head got hot, and my body tensed. There was no reason to try to hold my orgasm because it was coming no matter what.

I grabbed Pyrite's head, pushing him further into my pussy, and my legs slapped against his ears. He probably had hearing damage, but it wasn’t my fault. I’d learn sign language or something to communicate with him.

“That was just round one,” he said as he kissed his way up my body. He adjusted himself between my legs, then lined his dick up to my opening. He hovered over me, his dark eyes taking me in as he pushed into me. My back arched off the bed, and my nails dug into his shoulders. “I want to live here.” He wrapped one of my legs around his waist and gave me time to adjust to his size. “Every fucking day, I’m going to come home to you and want to get into this position. No matter if you’re mad at me or not. This is where I belong.”

“Okay,” I agreed and nodded. I didn’t give a damn what he was talking about as long as he fucked me.

He started moving, and I swear I could feel every vein in his dick as he moved. None of them were straight; they all lined his dick in a way that made sure I was constantly being stimulated. The head of his dick tapped against my G-spot with every thrust.

He lowered his body, resting his mouth against my ear. “You already know what I’m about to do,” he said, then chuckled. “Pray with me, Fable.”

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