Page 110 of Unapologetic Obsession
The evidence glistened on my inner thighs, and I braced for him. The corded muscles of his forearms tensed as his fingers dug into my hips. I glanced down at my body to where his length bobbed against me.
A pulse of desire tightened me from within, drawing forth another rush of wetness. He shifted his weight, and I felt the blunt pressure of his head against my sex. The rigid heat of him pressed against me, and then he waited, letting the anticipation build.
I raised my gaze to stare out the car window, lungs frozen mid-breath, pulse hammering against my windpipe. The pressure of him against me promised an impossible width, a stretch I couldn’t yet comprehend.
He made a sound like thunder as he eased forward, breaching me just barely. A gasp tore from my lips at the invasion.
“Mine!” The word erupted from him as he pistoned his hips in one motion.
My eyes widened, lips parting in silent shock. This was sex.
A cry escaped me as my body struggled to accommodate him, stretched beyond what I’d imagined possible. His hands found my waist, claiming dominance. His grip tightened, asilent command that froze me in place, leaving no doubt who was in charge right now.
Every nerve ending was alive with sensation.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his voice barely human. I tried to turn my head, desperate to witness his face in this moment of possession, but my head nearly banged against the car window at the full force of his assault. With a thump, I slapped a hand on the window at the last second to cushion the impact.
When Caden withdrew, his grip tightened. There was no reprieve as he surged forward in another powerful thrust that left my lungs seizing and vision swimming.
“Caden!” The moan escaped unbidden.
“You’re mine,” came his primal answer. “Only mine.”
He drove into me with relentless force, each thrust sending tremors through my body, making my breasts sway with the rhythm of his movements. I gripped the seat beneath us, fingernails sinking into the leather. Between his firm grasp on my waist, my hand splayed against the window, and my fingernails digging into the seat, I found an anchor while he plundered.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled. “You feel incredible, baby.” His tone was raw, matching his nature. “So slick and perfect.”
Power surged through me at the sound of his possessive voice, making me feel alive. The wet sounds of his dick slapping into me echoed in my ears. When his hand slid around my stomach and down between my thighs to stroke my clit, I bit down on my lip until I tasted copper.
His fingers worked against my most sensitive spot. Within moments, I shattered, waves of pleasure coursing through me as he continued his relentless rhythm, my body gripping him tighter with each thrust.
“Oh God.” My head fell back as ecstasy consumed me.
I gasped for oxygen when his fingers moved over my clit again and made me climax for a second time at full force.
My lungs burned by the time the third orgasm hit me. Tears sprang to my eyes from the overwhelming intensity.
“Caden, I can’t anymore.”
When I finally managed to draw in a breath, Caden withdrew his hand. Electricity raced through my veins when he pulled back, only to bury himself inside me to the hilt.
“Oh God!” I whispered.
A sound rumbled from his chest as his palms claimed the curves of my ass, his massive hands digging into the flesh. With a powerful roll of his hips, he drove himself deeper until I felt completely consumed. My lungs seized, and my heart hammered like a storm breaking against the shore.
“Oh God, oh God,” I said in a breathless chant as my head dropped back, surrendering to pleasure too intense to withstand.
I stared out the window while he drove into me with his intense rhythm. He pushed inside me, faster and harder, his lips grazing my neck, followed by his tongue trailing up and down my throat. He gripped my ass to pull me back and forth to meet him thrust for thrust.
A white flash clouded my vision when he pressed the thick base of his length against me, grinding against my sensitive bundle of nerves with deliberate pressure.
“Fuck,” I moaned, my voice breaking.
My body tensed in anticipation of the inevitable wave before it happened.
“I’m coming,” I gasped, my eyelids fluttering closed.
I snapped my mouth open before the orgasm washed over me. This time, I might pass out from the force of it. Even the scream wouldn’t climb out of my throat, and my jaw hung open. I worried about having a stroke as he suspended me mid-climax.
