Page 84 of Veil of Obsession
I drag my cock between her wetness, letting the thick, pierced head tease her clit while rolling my hips in slow, deliberate motions. She gasps, her fingers clawing at my biceps, her thighs trembling as she spreads them wider, giving me more.
I groan low, pressing my forehead to hers, my hands braced on either side of her head. My cock slides against her again, coated in her slickness, the head nudging against her entrance.
Right there. Right fuckingthere.
I shouldn’t. But I want to. Need to. I want to so fucking badly, I feel like I’m burning from the inside out.
“Just the tip, baby,” I whisper, my voice hoarse, raw. “Just for a second. I promise.”
Her breath catches, her fingers tightening in my hair. I watch her expression, waiting for resistance, waiting for her to tell me to stop.
She doesn’t. Instead, she arches her back, pressing her pussy against my cock.
I push forward just slightly, letting the thick head slip inside, stretching her, teasing her. We both moan at the same time, her slick warmth sucking me in just enough to make me insane.
“Fuck,” I groan, my arms nearly giving out.
She gasps, her back arching further, her hands gripping my forearms. I stay there, just the tip, barely inside, rolling my hips in soft, teasing motions that send a shudder through both of us.
Her walls flutter around me, gripping me tight, like she doesn’t want me to pull away.
“Lucio,” she breathes, her voice barely a whisper. “Condom.”
I go still.
My jaw clenches, my breath ragged as the realization slams into me.
“Fuck,” I curse under my breath, closing my eyes for a second, willing my body to calm the hell down.
I force myself to pull back, her wet heat making me nearly lose my fucking mind as I slide the head of my cock out of her, leaving her empty, clenching, needy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I mutter, gripping myself, stroking once, twice, my whole body coiling so tight I feel like I might snap.
Princess swallows hard, her hands dragging down my chest, her eyes hazy with desire as she watches me.
I shift up slightly, hovering over her, positioning myself right above her stomach. “Hold still, baby.”
She nods, her lips parted, her body still trembling from everything we just did—from everything I almost did.
I stroke myself faster, chasing the high that’s already so fucking close, already there.
“God, Princess—” I groan, my cock jerking in my grip.
Pleasure rips through me, white-hot, unstoppable. I spill onto her stomach, thick ropes of cum painting her skin, my muscles locking as the orgasm crashes over me.
For a long moment, I don’t move. I just pant, my forehead pressing against hers, my body hovering over her like I still don’t want to pull away.
Her hands slide up my arms, slow, hesitant. I look down at her, at the way she’s watching me—flushed, wrecked, beautiful.
Neither of us speaks. Because we both know if I had a condom, I wouldn’t have stopped.
I hover over her, my breath coming in rough, uneven pulls. Her skin is soft beneath me, flushed and dewy, her chest rising and falling in time with mine. My release glistens on her stomach, a filthy reminder of how close I came to ruining everything. To sinking all the way in. To never pulling out.
I swallow hard, dragging my thumb across her cheek. She doesn’t flinch away. Doesn’t move. Just stares up at me with something unreadable in her expression.
I shouldn’t have done this. I know that. But fuck, I don’t regret a single second of it.
Her fingers brush over my forearm, featherlight.
