Page 31 of Unhinged Obsession

In the moonlight of the woods, I can see the look of unbridled pleasure on my girl's face as her sweet pussy clenches around me. Blair rocks her hips, trying to take me deeper, and that has my cock pulsing. I know that no matter what happens with the ceremony tomorrow night, no matter what either one of our fathers tries to arrange to stop me from taking her as my chosen one, she will be the only girl I’ll ever love.

Blair’s eyes roll up in pleasure, and I reach between us, rubbing her clit because I need to make sure she comes before I do. I can’t hold out much longer. My girl’s mouth finds mine, and I whimper as her pussy milks my dick. “Please, little dove. Don’t make me pull out. Your forgiveness isn’t the only thing I’ll beg for.” My voice is nothing but a moan as I pull away to take one breath only to then crash back down to claim her lips again. I can feel that my girl is getting close, her pussy contracting, pulling me deeper within her.

“Come inside me,” she says breathlessly. My hands find the backs of her thighs, trying to move her at a better angle so she can feel just how deep inside of her I really am. I pull her down and grind my cock up inside of her just as her orgasm takes over.

Blair wraps her legs tighter around me as if she’s afraid I’m going to stop fucking her. Her fingers clutch onto me as her arms tighten around my neck. I know what it’s like to feel fully loved by the only person that matters to you, and this is it right here. She wants to be closer, and I wish I could make that happen because nothing will sate the need I have for this beautiful girl coming all over my dick. Blair’s full lips press against my throat as an extremely strong orgasm rolls through her body.That simple sensation and her telling me I don’t have to pull out is enough to send me over the edge, too.

I buck up inside of her still-clenching pussy just a few more strokes before I cry out her name. I can’t even tell if I’m saying coherent things, but I know I’m trying to beg her to never let me go as I spill myself inside my future wife. My legs are shaking from the orgasm that just ripped through my entire body. I move my hand up her back and cup the back of her head. I knot her silky hair in my grasp and groan against her lips when I feel her tight sex clench around me like she’s ready for round two. I’ve already decided that there will be many rounds tonight, but we’ll be completely naked, and she will fall asleep with me worshiping her body.

Reluctantly, I shift her frame so that my dick slides out of her tight body. I’m already mad about not being inside of her anymore when I let my girl slide to the ground. I keep my hands on her to keep her steady. She’s wobbly, and I love that I’m the reason why. She’s looking up at me so earnestly that I blurt out, “What is it, little dove?”

She pushes up on her tiptoes and kisses me gently before saying, “I just love you, that’s all.”

My heart actually fucking skitters in my chest.

“I love you too, baby,” I tell her, leaning down so she can lower herself back down. I can’t help myself; I let my hand slide down the side of her breast, waist, and hip so slowly before I rumple her dress up enough to reach her pussy while still keeping her covered.

My cum is dripping out of her pussy and slick on her inner thigh. “Fuck, baby,” I blurt out, using my fingers to clumsily push as much of it back inside her entrance as possible. She groans and tosses her head back at the intrusion. I kiss her belly through her frilly dress and pump my fingers in and out of her until she’s coming again all over my fingers. When I finally pull out of her heat, I bring my fingers to my lips and lick our cum that has mingled together.

“You’re going to kill me with orgasms,” she whispers as I stand up and make sure to fix her dress. She bends down to pick up my fallen mask and starts to hand it to me, but I scoop her up in my arms instead. I don’t like the feeling of not having her pressed against me in some way.

“I’m going to worship you with orgasms,” I say, setting the tone for the rest of our lives.

BLAIR

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Iknow Elijah is going to be furious with me, but I can’t risk something happening to him and having no way of knowing what’s going on. He and the rest of the Saints were summoned by the Black Crown Society to attend a meeting in which the seniors will be prepared before the first Choosing Ceremony.

Elijah and both of his brothers said they’d never seen this happen in the years they’d been initiates of the society. Typically this meeting happens well before the first Choosing Ceremony, but since they moved it up, there’s no telling what they have planned.

Paris is indeed out of the hospital and has sparse memories of what happened to her the night she was beat up. She said she woke up in Benjamin’s bed where she’d fallen asleep, but he wasn’t there. Someone in a Saints mask appeared in the dark and grabbed her. That’s all she remembers until she woke up in the hospital.

When the guys were making plans for the meeting, I asked Paris where Ben had been that night, and I could tell the question upset her. I didn’t push any further, but the fact that she’d been drugged when I was and was sleeping it off in his room, it just seems very unlikely to me that he would leave her alone like that.

Also, how would anyone know she was in his room and left by herself? Nothing is really adding up, but it’s not like I can do anything about it. After the meeting, I’m supposed to report to the cathedral. And then all I can do is wait until the Choosing Ceremony begins and just hope that the loophole Caiden provided us with works.

The Moretti triplets tried to convince us to stay in Elijah’s room with the door locked, and his desk shoved in front of the door. They couldn’t skip the meeting, and there’s no one on campus they trust to leave us with.

Ben was in a more terrible mood than usual, so Elijah and Noah did rock, paper, scissors on who was going to have to climb out the window and climb down after they put the dresser in front of the door. To no one’s surprise, Noah won, but Elijah still made him do it.

Paris and I did stay put for a little while, but ultimately we both had a sinking feeling that they were walking into a trap tonight. Armed with a box cutter I borrowed from Karin’s supply room the last time I was at the equestrian center, and pepper spray Paris found when she was rummaging through Elijah’s things right in front of him and critiquing his clothes.

He was not entertained, to say the least.

I had to turn away when she leaned over the small, nearly empty wastebasket by his desk and pulled my birth control pills, which he made a show of taking out of my purse and tossing in there this morning when we got back from bringing some of my stuff over from my dorm.

“What’s this?” She asked him, knowing exactly what it was. When Elijah only glared at her, she tossed them back in the bin and said, “If you threw them away without Blair’s express consent, that’s birth control tampering, and it can be a felony in certain circumstances.”

“So is putting you down in the laundry shoot, should we see how many I can rack up before the meeting?” Elijah snapped at her until I said his name, trying to cover my amusement. There was something very charming about the way he bickered with Paris, like they were five years old and having a sister was the worst thing that could possibly happen to him.

Elijah looked me dead in the eyes less than an hour ago and made me promise that neither of us would leave the dorm while he and his brothers attended tonight's Society meeting. I meant every word when I promised him I wouldn't move, but promises become a lot harder to keep when someone you love is in danger. Paris and I didn't even have to talk in-depth about it; she looked over at me, bruised-up face and all, and said, “I have a terrible feeling something is going to happen to Ben. Maybe Elijah and Noah, too. But specifically Ben.” I didn’t need anything else because she has this weird, almost psychic connection with Ben. I don’t trust anyone, especially Mr. Moretti or my father, with any of us. I truly believe that they would sell our souls to become richer and more powerful than they already are.

I also didn’t like the idea of being trapped in that room. If someone did find a way to get to us, we wouldn’t have had any way to run. We were able to climb out the window just like Noah did, but we used the trees to climb down instead of jumping like he did. He’s such a showboat; I can’t help but laugh at him sometimes.

We’re thinking that we can sneak in unnoticed, because only the guys know that we’re supposed to be in Elijah’s room. Everyone else will think we’re just going about business as usual, which is why I loaned Paris one of my uniforms. It’s a touch big on her, but it’ll do for now. We just want to make sure they’re okay, and then we’ll head back. A dress was delivered to me today from The Society, with a matching lipstick and shoes as well as a charm I’m supposed to put on my Saint’s gold chain after he gives me the diamond ring that will already be adorning it.

We have to be tricky when we sneak into the Cathedral. Paris leads me toward the narrow staircase hidden behind the altar, and I find myself reaching for the back of her sweater without thinking because I suddenly don't want more than a few inches separating us. I am genuinely so terrified of the people who run this cult and try to pass it off as something more prestigious, elite, or even just a brotherhood of like-minded people. It’s predatory, and the only people who actually benefit from it are the ones who stick it out long enough to move up the ranks to be an Elder.