Page 102 of Bound in Obsession
But he pulls me off with a guttural groan, breathing ragged. “Not yet. I want to come inside you.”
He helps me stand on shaky legs, turning me around so I’m facing the mirror again. My hands brace against the cool surface as he presses up behind me, his cock hot and heavy against my ass.
“Look at yourself,” he growls, lining himself up. “Look how fucking gorgeous you are when you’re about to take my cock.”
I watch in the mirror as he pushes inside me—slow, deep, stretching me open until he’s buried to the hilt. We both moan at the same time. He feels even bigger from this angle, filling me completely.
He starts fucking me, deep, steady thrusts that make my breasts bounce and my mouth fall open in a silent cry.
His hand snakes around to rub my clit while the other grips my hip, pulling me back onto him with every stroke.
“That’s it,” he groans in my ear. “Take my cock like a good girl. You were made for this. Made for me.”
I’m moaning loudly now, completely lost in the feeling of him moving inside me, the wet slap of skin on skin, the sight of us in the mirror, his powerful body behind mine, claiming me.
I come again with a broken cry, clenching hard around him, my legs shaking as pleasure floods through me.
Nico follows right after, burying himself deep with a rough groan of my name, spilling inside me in hot, thick pulses. He stays there, grinding slowly, making sure I feel every drop.
We’re both gasping, sweaty, and trembling when he finally pulls out. He turns me around gently, kissing me softly.
Nico’s hands light up every inch of my body like he’s memorizing me.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmurs against my skin, voice rough and reverent. “Look at you… so beautiful like this, all flushed and full of my cum. This body was made for me, baby. Every curve, every tremble, it’s all mine.”
I can feel him getting hard inside me.
His words sink into me, filthy and loving at the same time, making my heart race and my core clench.
He caresses my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they’re tight and aching, then slides his hands down my waist, gripping my hips like he never wants to let go. He nuzzles my neck, kissing and biting softly, whispering how soft my skin is, how he could spend hours just touching me.
I’m already trembling again, hypersensitive from everything he’s done to me tonight.
He slides one hand up to my throat, gripping it firmly but gently, tilting my head back so I’m looking at us in the mirror. His eyes meet mine in the reflection, dark, possessive, hungry.
Then he kisses me, deep and claiming as he thrusts into me again.
Our lips part, and I can’t stop staring at the mirror. The sight is obscene and beautiful at the same time. My breasts bounce with every thrust, nipples tight and flushed.
My hair is wild, sticking to my damp skin. Nico’s powerful body moves behind me, muscles flexing, tattoos shifting as he fucks me. We look wild. Primal. Like we belong together in this moment of pure need.
His hand stays on my throat, holding my gaze in the mirror while the other pinches my nipple hard. I cry out, back arching, pushing back against him desperately.
“Yeah, just like that, baby,” he groans. “Bounce on my cock. Show me how much you need it.”
I do. I move with him, meeting every thrust, my hand gripping his thigh for balance. His deep baritone in my ear. telling me how tight I am, how wet I am, how perfect I feel, pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m close—” I whimper.
“Come for me,” he growls, pinching my nipple again while rubbing my clit.
I shatter with a loud cry of his name, my pussy clenching hard around him as pleasure rips through me. My legs shake, vision blurring, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me through it, hand still on my throat, forcing me to watch myself come in the mirror.
He keeps going, thrusting deeper, faster, biting my neck and pinching my nipples until he lets go.
With a deep, guttural groan, he buries himself to the hilt and comes, spilling hot and deep inside me. I feel every pulse, every throb as he fills me, and it makes me clench around him again, moaning softly.
We stay like that for a long moment, his arms wrapped around me, my back against his chest, both of us breathing hardand trembling. He kisses my shoulder, my neck, my cheek, whispering soft praises against my skin.
