Page 103 of Devious Obsession
Steele slams into me, our bodies hitting the counter next to the sink. He folds me over it and grips the back of my neck. My cheek kisses the cold surface, and a shudder ripples up through my body. He kicks my legs wider and pushes back into me.
I groan, bracing my hands against the wall. “More.”
He gives me just that. His fingers on my skin are bruising, and I close my eyes as he takes whatever he wants from me. And then he lets out a noise, a gasp with my name on his lips, and stills fully inside me. He groans with his climax, and the force of his hips pressing mine into the counter. The way he fills me, the lust and pain that seem to mirror each other in my body—it’s all too much.
We stay like that for a moment. Connected.
My heart thunders, my pussy pulses.
I want to come, but he didn’t make any move toward my clit. Nothing that would give me pleasure.
And fuck if that makes me wetter.
He slips out of me. His hand leaves my neck, but the pressure on my skin doesn’t. He keeps his palm on me, sliding down my spine. It stills at the small of my back. My breathing turns ragged when cool air brushes my ass cheeks—and then his lips. His teeth follow a moment later, and I try to jump—but there’s nowhere to go to evade him.
He chuckles, nipping my sensitive skin again and then licking it. His free hand cups my other ass cheek, squeezing gently. And then it parts my cheeks, and my body goes hot.
“Steele—”
“Quiet, Aspen.” His tone warns not to argue with him.
I shiver at the darkness in it. And he doesn’t make me wait long before he runs his finger around my asshole. He spits—the noise is unmistakable—and the liquid hits my ass a second later. He uses it like lube, smearing his spit on my skin and then slowly pushing his digit inside me.
I groan at the sharp sensation.
“I wish you could see how my cum looks seeping out of your cunt right now,” he says. “Do you feel it on your thighs, little viper?”
Bite.
I close my eyes.
He kisses and bites his way lower, tilting my hips to get better access. His tongue flicks my clit, and I moan again. Unbidden. Every inch of me is hyper-focused on him. His hand on my back, his other inching deeper into my asshole.
And then he removes his hand from my back, and he thrusts two fingers into me. Hard. My back arches, my breasts pushing into the counter, but I don’t lift more than that. He sits back and finger-fucks me, pushing his cum back into me.
I’m trembling with the need to come. The sensations are too much, him filling both my holes with his fingers, fucking my ass and pussy at the same time. It’s too overwhelming.
Bite.
The pain draws my focus to a point. A spearhead lancing through me.
“Come for me,” he orders, driving me right over the edge.
And I fall.
When my body has stopped trembling, he withdraws. Moves to the sink beside me and washes his hands, his gaze on me. I feel like I’m stuck, unable to straighten up until he commands. Stuck in some space in my head where I do not want control.
He runs his finger up my spine. Along the top of my shoulder, following the contour of my arm. To my bent wrists, my hands still pressed to the wall. To my knuckles. My fingers. When he gently pulls my hand away, my exhale comes out shaky. He guides me upright, then leans down and picks me up.
I rest my cheek on his shoulder, and he carries me back to bed.
The alarm clock on the nightstand reads just past seven, although the blackout curtains hide any trace of sunlight. He lies down with me still in his arms.
“Rest.”
I gulp.
He runs his hand up and down my arm and moves me to the side. My legs are still draped over his, even when he rolls to face me. He drags the blankets up with one arm, pulling them up to my shoulder.
