Page 103 of Quiet Obsession
I kiss her again, pushing my tongue past her lips so she can taste herself. She doesn’t recoil like I expect, and my cock hardens further, leaking precum.
“You’re delicious,” I say. “Sugar, spice, and spring rain. Now get down on your knees.”
A small frown flickers between her brows, but she obeys, dropping before me, those fuck-me eyes looking up, her blonde hair in a braid over one shoulder. I run my thumb along her lip, pressing it into her teeth, heat blooming behind my ribs.
“I’m going to fuck that sweet mouth, and you’ll take it like a good girl. Got it?”
She nods, tracking my every move as I tug my sweats and boxers down. My cock springs out, the crown red and angry.
“Open,” I demand, grinding my teeth. “Tongue out.”
Once again, she does as she’s told and my knees damn near give out. I curl one hand around the back of her head, fisting her braid. The other hand wraps around my cock, guiding it to her lips, dragging the swollen head along her hot tongue.
“You’re mine to use right now,” I say. “Keep those gorgeous eyes up. I want to see what I’m doing to you.”
As soon as she nods, I snap my hips forward, gazelocked on her lips stretching.Fuckshe’s breathtaking.
“There’s more,” I rasp, fingers flexing in her hair. “Relax your throat, baby.”
My thighs tense, teeth sinking into my bottom lip as I feed her the last two inches.
“Good girl.”
I hold still for two seconds before I start fucking her in deep strokes, savoring the view, sick satisfaction surging through me when her eyes water. She gags, shuddering all over and I pause, pushing the next words past clenched teeth.
“Dig your nails into my thighs if it’s too much. I’ll stop.”
I hope she won’t. Ineedher to be okay.
She twirls her tongue around my cock and inches forward, those hooded eyes on mine, tears tracking down her cheeks.
Fuck, she really is messed up... and I love that about her. We’re both messed up in our own special ways.
I fuck her mouth the way I wish I could fuck every bad feeling out of her heart until there’s no room there for anything and anyone other than me.
My hips snap harder, pleasure firing up and down my legs. It’s perfect. It’s too much. It’s not enough. I’m splitting down the middle and loving the exquisite agony.
Millie moans, her fingers pressing into my thighs—no nails—greedy for more, but her tight throat, those tearful eyes, pink cheeks, and how vulnerable and powerful she looks at the same time has me hurtling toward orgasm faster than ever.
But I’m not ready for this to end.
I pull out before I come or black out from how tight my chest feels. Millie gasps, her lips swollen, a crease between her brows like she doesn’t understand why I stopped.
“If I come in your mouth, you’re not getting a turn,” I explain, my thumb brushing the corner of her lips. “I won’t leave you aching again. I want you to feel me for days, baby. Get up.”
As soon as she’s on her feet, I spin her to face the wall. Her breath stutters and she cheek-hugs the cold plaster. She’s shuddering softly, both palms braced at shoulder-level, thighs pressing together for friction.
I yank her dusty pink nightdress up over her waist. Hooking my fingers in the elastic of her panties, I take a knee, dragging them down her legs, and her pussy’s right there, the scent of her arousal filling my nose.
“Millie Baby...” I spread her open with my thumbs. “Fuck, look at you. Such a pretty girl.”
Digging my fingers into her hips hard enough to bruise her soft flesh, I swipe my tongue along her entrance, lapping up the sweetness and she gasps, clenching her thighs.
“First time again?” I ask, looking up in time to see her nod.
“Good. I want all your firsts.”
Not tonight, though. Tonight, she wants to be ruined. She wants the edge of pain dipped in pleasure.
