Page 100 of Quiet Obsession
I shouldn’t want that. I shouldn’t fucking want her knowing what she wants from me, but I do. Fuck,I do.
Right here, right now. Her hips bracketing mine, that tight pussy warming my cock. I want her sweet gasps in my ears, her lips in the crook of my neck, warm body in my arms while she rides me, guided by my hands.
Millie Baby: Try the brunette.
I dip my fingers under the waistband, then lower, and before I know what I’m doing, before I locate my last shred of restraint, I’m stroking myself with my left hand and typing out a message with my right.
Me: Are you jealous, baby? She’s not you. I don’t wanther.
I pump from crown to hilt, half here, half in the fantasy, pleasure pulsing at the base of my spine. My phone vibrates in my palm as I thumb the bead of precum, my labored breaths the only sound in the room. I check her text and the warmth that’s been flaring behind my ribs freezes the fuck over.
I yank my hand away.
Millie Baby: You don’t want me, either. I already made you hurt me once.
Swallowing hard, I close my eyes, jumping back to the way she gasped when I pinned her into the gym mat and covered her petite body with mine. The way her thighs shook when I pushed her open...
She didn’t cry out when I took her virginity with a punishing thrust. She didn’t shove me away, didn’t ask me to stop. If anything, she clung to me as desperately as I did to her.
Did I hurt her?
I bruised her, but...did Ihurt her?
Me: Did I?
I stare at the screen, my pulse thrumming. I’ve never considered myself stable. After everything my father put me through, I can’t be normal by any definition, but this is the first time I’ve felt truly certifiable.
A part of me hopes she’ll sayyes.
A different part hopes she’ll sayno.
I want her kneeling before me, lips around my cock. I want her to sit on my face and stay there until her body breaks for me. I want her under me, mouth open, skin marked with my fingertips, face pink from oxygen deprivation.
I also don’t want to be a fucking monster.
But maybe I never had a choice.
Maybe it’s in my DNA.
Millie Baby: You did.
She doesn’t soften the blow, blunter than fucking blunt. My chest pulls tight, breath catching in my throat, and my fingers flex, curling into my thigh as I force myself to stay still but I can’t fucking breathe right.
“I’m scared.”
I know, baby, I know.
Minutes pass and I’m at a loss. What the hell do I say to that? Do I reply? Leave her on read? I’m not sure whether I’m angry or ashamed, but the pressure in my skull won’t go away.
Then my screen lights up again.
Millie Baby:When you left because I was too much.
Millie Baby: When you touched her because she’s justenough.
Oh I’m a fucking idiot.
She didn’t mind what I did to her body. It wasn’t the roughness of that morning in the gym.
