Page 43 of Brutal Obsession
With Valentina.
It will onlyeverbe with Valentina.
I lick and suck her clit while my fingers move in and out of her. She throws her head back and moans as I eat her like the delicious dessert she is.
“So fucking wet.” My words pulsate against her clit. “I love how you taste.” I drag in a long breath through my nose before releasing it with a growl. “And how you smell.”
Her moan when I suck her clit into my mouth before swirling it with my tongue sends a sizzling sensation down my spine before it clusters in my balls. My body is alive with pleasure, and Valentina hasn’t even touched me yet. That’s how much I enjoy pleasing her.
Her pleasure is mine.
“So. Fucking. Tasty,” I murmur between licks.
My cock throbs with need when I stuff my tongue deep inside her, curling it around my fingers. Her arousal coats my palm. I’llsmell her for days after our romp because there’s no fucking chance in hell I’ll scrub her scent from any region of my body.
As my tongue returns to her clit, my fingers still pumping in her with surprising gentleness, I run my spare hand up her stomach and marvel at the softness. I love how silky her skin feels under my hand, and the squishy comfort a healthy appetite instigates.
“I love your tits and your stomach and how your thighs can withstand hours of fucking.”
When I pinch her nipple, I admire the red hue that spreads across her breasts before I suck in her scent. My obsession grows tenfold with each inhale. Her taste and smells sink so deep I feel them in my balls.
“I need you to come again,dolcezza. Because I’m dying to be inside you, to feel you quivering beneath me as you beg for my cum.”
Molten heat spreads through me when a throaty garble leaves Valentina’s mouth half a second before her back arches and her eyes roll to the back of her head.
I grip her fantastic ass and pull her pussy firmer against my mouth, not wanting to miss a drop.
As she shakes through a brutal orgasm, I grind myself against the ground. I’m so hard it hurts, and my dick is leaking pre-cum.
“One more,” I demand when she slowly emerges from the clouds of climax, her expression exhausted.
Sweaty locks cling to her cheeks when she shakes her head. I don’t pay any attention to her silent pledge for lenience. She’s got another orgasm or two in her, and I’m more than willing to spend hours proving that to her.
It’ll be my pleasure.
I nuzzle her pussy, soaking up her scent, before I test how close she is to taking me again by switching from two fingers to three.
Pain fetters her face for half a second before it’s replaced with need.
As she meets the thrusts of my fingers pump for pump, lust burns through her impressive eyes.
“Good girl,” I praise, loving her trust while endeavoring to give her the same.
It’s exhausting forever being on alert, constantly wondering about people’s objectives and motives. Sadly, sex rarely escapes the chaos. But right here, right now, I don’t feel like I’m putting on a show. I’m not searching her eyes for any signs of deceit or strategies. I’m watching in fascination, mesmerized by the change in intensity and rawness when she’s about to come.
Like now. Her pupils dilate before the muscles in her eyes lose tension and naturally roll back.
Fuck.Her face in ecstasy is enough to make any man come.
My cock throbs with so much need it looks angry when I pull it out of its tight constraints, too impatient to wait a moment longer.
The tension is stifling, and I can hardly breathe.
Valentina and I exchange a look when I curl her legs around my waist and guide my cock toward the entrance of her pussy. It isn’t filled with suspicion or anger. It’s derived from nothing but mutual obsession.
A growl rumbles deep in my chest when I enter her bare for the fifth time in less than twenty-four hours.
Valentina’s lips part when I sink in deep, and then bliss filters across her face.
