Page 101 of Bound in Obsession
Then his fingers slide between my folds, two thick digits pushing inside me without warning. I gasp sharply, head falling back against his shoulder. The stretch is perfect, the sudden fullness making my eyes roll back.
“Look,” he commands, gripping my chin and forcing my head forward. “Open your eyes.”
I do.
The mirror in front of us shows everything. Me, naked and flushed, pressed against his clothed body, his hand working between my thighs.
It’s obscene. Erotic. Like watching a live performance of my own ruin. My legs almost buckle, but his arm around my waist holds me up.
He fingers me harder, curling those digits deep inside me while his thumb circles my clit. The wet, filthy sounds of his fingerspumping in and out of my soaked pussy fill the gym, mixing with my shameless moans.
“You like watching yourself get fucked by my fingers, don’t you?” he growls in my ear. “Look how pretty you are when you’re falling apart for me.”
I can’t stop staring. My mouth is open, eyes glassy, breasts bouncing slightly with every thrust of his hand. I’m dripping down his wristband the sight only makes me wetter.
“Nico—”
“Come,” he orders, voice dark and commanding. “Show me how good I make you feel.”
A loud, broken cry tears from my throat as I come hard. My whole body shakes violently, legs giving out as pleasure rips through me like lightning.
My mouth is wide open, no sound coming out for a moment as the orgasm blinds me. Nico doesn’t stop. He keeps thrusting his fingers in and out, drawing out every wave, making me squirt again and again until I’m a trembling, sobbing mess against him.
“That’s it,” he praises, voice rough with lust. “Such a good fucking girl. So beautiful when you come.”
I’m gasping, crying, barely able to stand. But he holds me up, never letting me fall, whispering filthy praise in my ear the entire time.
“You look so fucking beautiful when you come for me.”
His hand leaves my pussy only to slap it lightly. The sharp sting on my oversensitive clit makes me jerk hard, a broken whimper escaping my lips. The sensation is too much and not enough all at once.
He does it again, and again, and again. Until I'm beginning him to fuck me.
“Patience, baby.”
He keeps one arm wrapped around my waist, holding me steady as he uses his free hand to unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers.
I turn in his arms, eager and shaky, helping him push everything down his hips. The moment his cock springs free, thick, heavy, and already leaking, I drop to my knees without thinking.
I wrap my hand around the base, feeling the heat and the way it throbs in my palm. I lean forward and swipe my tongue over the head, tasting the salty pre-cum. Nico groans deeply, one hand threading into my hair.
“Yeah, just like that, baby,” he rasps. “Fuck, your mouth feels good.”
I take him deeper, wrapping my lips around the head and sucking gently. He’s big, almost too big, but I relax my jaw like he told me before, taking more of him until he hits the back of my throat.
My eyes water, but I don’t pull away. I want this. I want to unravel him the way he unravels me.
I start moving, bobbing my head, using my hand on the part I can’t take yet. I’m getting wetter just from this.
The power of having him like this, the way his hips twitch, the low groans and curses falling from his lips because of me. It makes me feel powerful. Desired. Wanted in a way I’ve never been before.
“Such a good girl,” he groans, fingers tightening in my hair. “Look at you, sucking my cock so pretty. You’re getting so wet from this, aren’t you?”
I moan around him, the vibration making him curse again. I take him deeper, relaxing my throat, letting him slide further. More tears slip down my cheeks from the effort, but I don’t stop. I want more. I want to feel him lose control.
He’s breathing harder now, hips starting to thrust shallowly into my mouth. “Fuck, baby… I’m close. You have to stop if you don’t want me to come down your throat.”
I don’t stop. I suck him harder, hollowing my cheeks, looking up at him with watery eyes.
