Page 53 of Obsession
My mind takes me places far away while his dick hits the back of my throat over and over again. I’m lying on Robbie’s thin mattress back in his cell, cackling the whole time while he bashes Miller’s head to a pulp against the cell wall.
“Die, you motherfucker!”
Blood and brain matter splatter everywhere until his skull is nothing more than a crushed can. Unrecognizable. Irrelevant. Fucking dead.
“Is he dead enough for you, baby?” Robbie asks, his face covered in blood, like my favorite nightmare brought to life.
I slide my hand between my legs, then shake my head as I bite my lip. I’m so damn wet. “Not quite.”
“No?” Robbie’s eyes twinkle with amusement. He drops the body to the floor and pulls the crumpled head up by its matted hair. The side parting is nowhere in sight now that he stomps on Miller’s bloodied neck.
He stomps and stomps and fucking stomps, watching me finger myself. “Don’t you dare come, baby. Your climax is mine when I’ve severed this head.”
It gives with a wet, satisfying crack, and then he holds it up with a dark smile that makes my clit tingle with electric sparks of pleasure. “Didn’t I tell you I’d offer you the world, Savannah?”
He carelessly tosses the head to the side, and it hits the wall with a thud. He walks over to me with determined steps, and I let out a squeal of delight as he picks me up off the bed like I weigh nothing.
My spine collides with the wall and then his mouth is on mine, devouring my moans and pleas to be fucked hard. His slick hand smears my pussy with blood as he dips it between my legs and shoves two wet fingers inside me, eliciting a surprised yelp.
“So fucking perfect,” he growls in between kisses, massaging my tongue with his. We’re a clash of teeth and heavy breaths, tearing at each other’s clothes.
“I need to be inside you now.”
“Fuck me, Robbie. I’m yours.”
When our clothes lie discarded on the floor, he grabs my throat and rubs the crown of his cock over my clit and through my slit. He presses forward, and I dig my nails into his shoulders. The delicious burn steals my breath as he breaches my entrance. I look him in the eye, seeing my own desire reflected there—the raw need that pulses between us.
His lips slam against mine, his tongue delving into my mouth to tangle with mine. He sucks it, then laps at me with delicious strokes until I’m lightheaded. With a sharp thrust of his hips, he sheaths himself to the hilt. He’s so big. So very fucking big, stretching me to my limit.
I barely have time to catch my breath or to fill my lungs with oxygen before he pulls out to the tip and thrusts back in. He fucks me hard against the wall with my throat grasped tightly, his hipbones slamming into me again and again.
I dig my heels into his ass for leverage before breaking the kiss and pushing back against the wall until only my shoulders take the impact of his brutality. He moves his hand from my throat to tease my nipples, rolling and pinching them into hard points. Then he pulls, hurting me in the best way before covering my mouth and nose with his hand.
His lips find my ear, and he braces his other hand on the wall as he holds me in place with his pistoning hips. “You’re such a good little whore, aren’t you, baby? Taking my dick like you were made to be fucked to within an inch of your life.”
My pulse thuds everywhere.
I stare into his eyes as he leans back and gives another hard thrust that makes my back slide against the concrete wall.
I have no choice but to take everything he gives me. Every thick inch of his throbbing dick as he tears through my pussy, slowly stealing my life with his hand over my lips and nose.
“You want to breathe, Savannah? You want to survive me? Then come. You’ll either strangle my dick with your cunt or die. I’m not allowing you another single breath until you come all over my cock, like my own perfect little slut.”
Panic sets in, multiplying the burn in my chest. I try to shake his hand from my mouth, but he’s too strong. His dick strokes every inch of my walls, stretching me, fucking me thoroughly.
“What’s it going to be, baby? Live or die? The choice is yours?” His voice rumbles around me like thunder.
I slip a hand between my legs and rub my clit, moaning beneath his hands. My vision is turning black at the edges.
“There’s my good girl,” he breathes darkly, licking a hot path up my neck, through the blood smeared over my skin. “Death tastes sweet, doesn’t it, baby? It’s you and me, Savannah. Together, we can be great.”
When he sinks his teeth into my earlobe, I crumble, screaming beneath his palm. My pussy pulses around his dick,emptying him of every drop of cum, and he falls with me, fucking me so hard that my tits bob wildly.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grunts as his hand slips away from my mouth.
Air rushes back into my lungs, and I gulp down breaths while he brushes my hair away from my wet cheeks.
“You’re fucking perfect, baby. You did so well.”
