Page 226 of The Sweetest Obsession

And when his fingers push inside me while he urges me to keep going, I’m absolutely gone.

Grant’s fingers delve deep and his eyes never leave mine, every gaze and every thrust searing, melting me from the inside out.

A loud moan rips out of me.

“Bring that little pussy the fuck off, Philia. Come for me now.”

I do.

I lose control like a woman possessed.

And I guess I am.

I’ve completely given myself over to this man who owns me, my core burning and my vision going white.

I see snow.

I see stars.

I see those blazing mocha eyes as I come on his hand, ripped apart by sheer ecstasy.

“More,” he rasps against my lips.

“Grant...”

“Fuckingmore,” he snarls again, his fingers still going and oh God, how does he always know exactly where to touch me?

His knuckle strokes my inner wall and it’s like flipping a switch.

My orgasm intensifies until I’m deliciously frayed, every part of me curled, gasping and gushing and going down so hard.

My free hand grips his shoulders so hard it must hurt him.

I don’t think he cares.

There’s a mission in his eyes.

He’s going to ruin me tonight—and I’m happy to let him just as long as he keeps me hanging in heaven.

But we’re both so greedy.

A low growl vibrates the room. He barely stops to let me catch my breath.

Then he rears back, just enough to reposition, to let me watch him stroking his massive cock with my slickness.

Holy flaming shit.

“Good girl, Ophelia,” he rumbles, bringing his swollen cock to my entrance. “Now, you get to feel me like never before. Get up and ride me.”

I don’t know what he means as I slide over him again.

Not until a gasping, needy cry explodes out of me as I sink down, engulfing his cock.

“Grant!” His name comes out hoarse, just as broken as the rest of me.

He rises up to meet me, spearing deep.

My legs go weak in under ten seconds and I take him inhard, willing him to fuck me as wildly as he wants.

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