Page 55 of Wild Obsession
And despite the pain, I did exactly as I was told.“Yes, sir.”
On all fours, I lowered my head, submitting myself to whatever he was willing to give.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his hand smoothing over my ass.“So fucking pretty when you’re not running your mouth.”
A broken sound came out of me that I couldn’t have stopped if I’d tried.Pretty.Nobody had ever called me that.Loud, sure.Reckless, definitely.Too damn much, always.
I dropped my forehead to the mattress.
“Chantel wants to watch me fuck you.”
Those words should’ve been the ones to undo me.Except, I was already falling apart from just a few words of praise.
I felt him move.Heard the rip of a foil packet, his tight breath as he rolled the condom on.
Then his palms were on my ass, spreading me open.“You ready for this?”
“I’ve been ready since I crawled into that fucking tent.”
He laughed.Actually laughed.It was a low, surprised sound that lit me up just like the first time I’d heard it.
A smile pulled at my mouth, my chest shaking.Until something wet dripped down the crack of my ass.
I groaned into the mattress, fucking done-for.
His invasion was slow and delicious.First, a finger.Then, a second.He worked me open with the same patient, methodical control he held over everything.
“Dylan, please—” My thighs were already shaking, and my cock was leaking onto the sheets.“Please.”
“Pleasewhat?”he growled, his voice so low it was almost cruel.
“Please fuck me,” I rasped.“Fuck me like you mean it.”
He groaned, his fingers sliding free.And then his cock was there, pushing in—slow, relentless, perfect.
The burn of him stretching me open made my eyes water and my whole body lock up around him.He gave me a second to adjust.Just one.Then his hands were framing my ass and he started to move.
“Fuck—”
“That’s it.”He punched his hips forward, rocking into me.“Take it.Take all of it.”
I did.I took every fucking inch.
I could feel Chantel beside us, her breath growing ragged as she watched.She made a small needy sound, and Dylan’s rhythm faltered before catching himself and slamming back into me harder.
He wanted her.Even buried inside me, he wanted her.
Fuck, I should’ve hated that.
But I didn’t.Because the truth—the awful, humiliating truth—was that I wanted whatever piece of him I could get.
“Look at her.”His hand gripped my shoulder.“Look at what you’re giving her.”
I turned my head, forcing my gaze to Chantel.
She was on her side facing us, one hand between her legs, her dark eyes glittering in the dim light.She was watching me get fucked like it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.
“Mon dieu,” she whispered.“You two look incredible.”
