Page 133 of Indecent Obsession
She’s already dripping wet for us. Fuck. I’m going to get Sara into more trouble if this is the punishment.
Need fills me like a fucking drug. I slide inside her warm heat as Wyatt works on making her omelet. She lets out a little sigh. She’s tighter with the plug in her ass. I release my breath like I’m finally where I belong. Her cunt pulses around me. A few flicks of my fingers on her clit and I could have her coming all over my cock.
“Do you want to come, flower? Or should I just come and get it over with?”
“Finn,” she whimpers and I feel the vibration kick on in her ass. Sara moans loud and low. The toy vibrates against my cock through the thin wall separating me from it. Fuck, I might not be able to hold back.
I glance at Wyatt by the stove. He smirks and kicks the vibration higher.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Sara cries out. Her pussy clenches around me as she comes. I haven’t really fucked her yet. It would just take a few strokes and I could flood her insides.
Wyatt turns off the vibration and sets the remote to the side as he works on her food.
“Did that feel good, flower?”
She still trembles around me. The chain at her ankles rattles as she moves her feet. “Yes.”
My gaze goes to her pussy stretched around my cock filling her. I draw out and her wetness coats my cock.
“So fucking wet.” My cock disappears inside her warmth. It’s mesmerizing to watch as I slowly fuck her, taking my time. Because I just want to keep my cock buried inside her for as long as possible.
She makes little mewling noises as my thrusts press against the plug wedged in her ass. Wyatt hands me a cup of coffee and sets one next to Sara’s place setting.
“Her eggs will get cold.” Wyatt nods to the plate.
“We can’t have that.” I lift her against me, still buried deep inside her pussy. I slide over to her chair and lower into it, bringing her down onto my lap. Her pussy tightens around me. Fuck, I’m gritting my teeth because I just want to come.
“I’m not going to want to eat breakfast any other way, flower.” When I tug on the chain between her breasts, she whimpers. I cup her breast to hold her against me.
“Eat, trouble,” Wyatt says.
She glances at her fork and then reaches for it with her bound hands, almost knocking over her coffee.
I snatch her fork. “I’ve got you.”
Pressing her back against my front, I slide my other hand between her spread legs and tease her clit while I cut her eggs. She rests her head on my shoulder.
“Open wide.” I chuckle in her ear as I bring the eggs to her mouth.
Her gaze flicks to Wyatt, but he’s just watching, eating his omelet and drinking his coffee like this is no different than any other day at the breakfast table.
With a frustrated breath, she opens her mouth. I slide the fork and eggs in and she closes her mouth for me to slide it out. She chews and moans lightly as I continue to work her clit with my hard cock buried inside her pussy.
As she swallows, her orgasm hits her. She cries out and wetness coats my cock and pants.
“Fuck, I love when you do that, flower.” I don’t stop teasing her clit as I offer her the next bite.
“Finn,” she pants, wiggling to escape the sensation bearing down on her.
“Open, trouble. Eat your egg like a good girl.”
Her gaze locks on Wyatt’s and she belligerently opens her mouth. I put the fork and egg in and when she closes her mouth, she clenches on my cock as she comes again.
When I offer the next mouthful, she whimpers, “Coffee, please?”
I place the cup in her bound hands and she lifts it to her mouth. I move my hand to gently massage her thigh, giving her a break. My cock pulses, needing release. But I also don’t want this to end. Her slick heat surrounds my cock, keeping me warm and snug inside her.
I need to fuck her, but I also don’t want to lose this connection. Maybe I could get work done like this.
