Page 60 of Brazen Obsession

I cup her breasts. When I slide my thumbs across her hardened nipples, she drags in a rough breath.

“Your breasts are so beautiful, trouble.” I lean down and drag my tongue around her tip. She weaves her fingers into my hair. “So fucking sensitive. I love to watch you burn from our attention.”

I shift to her other breast and lick her nipple. She watches me with those eyes, so open, so loving, so mine.

Parting my lips, I take her breast into my mouth and suck on it.

“Wyatt,” she moans.

I bite gently on her. Her hands dig into my hair and she lets her head drop back, arching her body into me, surrendering to my touch. It’s powerful and everything I want from her.

I take my time, sucking and licking on her nipple before shifting to the other to give it attention. The small noises she releases tell me what she likes best. I unbutton her jeans and pull down the zipper.

Her legs are already parted around my hips. Not releasing her breast, I slip my hand inside her jeans beneath her panties to her warm, slick skin. Her breath catches as I tease her hard little clit before sliding farther to thrust my fingers inside her.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispers, trying to move her hips to take me deeper. But we’re both restricted by her jeans.

I suck harder on her nipple as I curl my fingers to stroke that spot inside her that lights her up. This will be our lives. Fucking, loving, being together. Her breathing grows even more chaotic. Her whimpers make my cock weep, aching to be inside her. But I want her to come on my fingers first.

Her legs wrap around the backs of my thighs, trying to draw me closer. When I bite her nipple, she explodes. Her cry of release echoes in the small room. I rest my head against her breasts as I savor the pulse of her orgasm around my fingers.

“I love the way your cunt squeezes me.”

“Wyatt.” Her hands glide down my chest and loosen the towel so it drops to the floor. “Fuck me, sir.”

I groan because I love when she’s like this. All warm and willing. I love it almost as much as I love when she’s being a brat and wants me to make her. I pull my hand free and step back, rubbing her slick and my precum down my cock. “Take off your jeans.”

She slides off the counter and shimmies out of her jeans, taking her panties off at the same time. Her gaze drops to my cock in my fist and she wets her lips. Fuck. This woman.

If I didn’t need to feel her tight cunt on my cock, I’d let her fall to her knees and worship me. But that’s not what I want this time.

“Up on the counter, spread your legs. Show me your pussy, trouble.”

My cock jerks as she does what I ask. She even parts herself with her fingers to show me all her beautiful folds.

“Like this, sir?” She leans back on her other hand.

Her pussy glistens with her wetness. I close the distance between us and hook my arms beneath her knees, spreading her wide and lifting her legs. Her other hand goes back to hold herself steady for me.

“I should have fucked this pussy every day since the first time you looked at me with lust in your eyes.” I thrust deep inside her in one stroke and we both moan at the feeling. Fuck, why did I ever think I could go without having her?

“I would have let you.” She arches an eyebrow. “You didn’t want to want me.”

I chuckle. “I’ve always wanted to want you, trouble. I just didn’t deserve you.”

Her green eyes lock with mine. Love and sincerity shine at me. “I’m yours, Wyatt. I’ve always been yours. You’ve always deserved me.”

I pull out and thrust back in hard. Our moans of pleasure combine. Part of me still thinks I don’t deserve her. That I’m ruining her by being with her. That my past will come back to haunt me and it will hurt her.

This relationship will be hard enough to deal with in society, but throw in that I’m the son of a con man who ran away with millions… Right now, I just want to lose myself in this gorgeous creature.

My gorgeous creature.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Sara.” I lean over her and take her mouth with mine as I thrust into her over and over again. Our bodies fit perfectly, like we were made for each other. Anything less would have been a tragedy.

She moans into my mouth as her cunt clutches at my cock, drenching me in her cum. Fuck, there’s no one like Sara. Even if she left me right now, no one would ever satisfy me the way she does. It would be pointless to try to fuck anyone else.

I want this to last forever. I fuck into her a few more times before I can’t hold back any longer. When I groan my release, she wraps her arms around my shoulders, holding me close to her. Our breathing syncs as it slows down from the frantic pace.