Page 6 of Indecent Obsession
My back collides with the windows overlooking the city, but he doesn’t stop.
“I’m impressed and not surprised that my little whore gives good head.” He pauses to strip out of his pants and boxers. He’s stark naked, all tight and sculpted muscle. My mouth waters, longing to taste every inch of him. His cock is already hard again. I tighten my thighs together, needing relief. His gaze drops to my thighs. “Did sucking on me make you hot and bothered?”
He closes in on me and his warmth covers me. I tip my chin up to meet his eyes.
“Yes.” No reason to lie. He could dip his hand between my legs and find out.
The backs of his fingers graze my lips. “Such talent. I should just make you suck me off all night.”
I moan at the thought of getting him off over and over while being denied my own pleasure. Fuck, what if all I did was suck the guys off all night? How tightly wound would I be by morning?
He smirks. “You love the thought of me making you my whore, don’t you?”
“Only because you like it too.” I dare him to deny it. “That’s why you liked playing with those other women. You liked the power they gave you.”
“What power do you want, princess?” His eyes soften as he lifts my shirt up.
When I raise my arms, he pulls it off and drops it. A shiver rolls through me at the heat in his eyes. “I want to do everything I never could before.”
He kneels before me. Lifting my foot, he takes off my sandal and tosses it behind him before taking off the other. After sliding his hands up the outside of my legs, he reaches for the button on my jeans.
When he undoes the button, he pauses to kiss the skin behind it. I suck in a breath at the arousal swelling inside me at seeing his lips pressed against me.
“I think you want your own power, princess.” He draws down the zipper, kissing me between the opening. “You want us to worship every inch of you.”
“Maybe.” My voice is breathy. Just the thought that one of the guys will come up and find us has me close to the edge.
He shimmies my jeans over my hips and down my legs, helping me step out of them. I’m in my bra and panties, pressed against a window high enough that no one can see me, but there’s always the possibility.
My blood burns hotter through my veins. Drew smirks up at me as he pulls my panties down. He lifts my leg and hooks it over his shoulder, then leans in and licks my pussy.
Breathing becomes difficult as my arousal grows. I weave my hands into his thick, light brown hair as he takes his time exploring every inch of me. Thrusting his tongue into my entrance before sucking on my clit.
“Drew,” I whimper as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge. The fire within burns so bright it’s going to explode.
The window is cool against my heated skin. His dark eyes hold mine as he fucks my pussy with his tongue. I can’t hold back anymore. My head drops back as my orgasm rips through me, and the noise I make is almost inhuman. But I feel like I can fly. Drew chuckles against my sensitive skin.
When he stands, my breath catches at the heat in his eyes. He takes my bra off as I let the window hold me upright. By now, I should be used to the pleasure he gives me. But I also know that was just a taste. He trails the backs of his fingers down over my breast and my trembling stomach.
“Turn around, princess. Show the world what it’s been missing. Prove to them you’re my good little whore, who will do anything to come again.”
I search his eyes. Does he really think of me like that? Does it matter if he does? His words tug at something deep inside me that wants to be bad, that wants to be called out, that wants to be filthy. He catches my jaw and takes my mouth in a kiss that has me whimpering when he lifts his head.
“Do you want to be a good whore or a dirty slut?” He holds my gaze. His eyes are lust-filled, but kind. The cruelty doesn’t bleed through. He chuckles darkly. “Maybe both. Turn around.”
I do as he says. Naked, standing in front of a clear window, high above the street, looking out over the city at night. Drew presses the side of my face against the glass.
“You know your word, princess?”
I swallow. “My word is mercy, but I’m not using it.”
He chuckles as his other hand trails down my back. “I’m going to rail you like the whore you want to be, slut.”
My pussy pulses. Empty, needy. So fucking aroused even though I just got off.
“Keep your head here.” He releases my head and takes my hands, lifting them and pressing them flat next to my face. “I want everyone to see what a whore you are for me. Let them know that the only one who’ll be fucking you like this is me.”
I’m helpless and needy as he draws my hips back and kicks my feet out to the sides, spreading me open for him.
