Page 139 of Devious Obsession
The rush that goes through me is indescribable. Those words are unavoidable—there’s no one who will try to fuck her and not know that she’s already claimed by another. No asshole would survive that anyway.
I’ve never killed anyone before, but I know in my bones that I would for her.
Without hesitation.
I step up and run my finger through her center, catching that moisture and gauging how responsive my little viper is going to be today. Her eyes flutter, her lips parting. I take her hands and position them on the edge of the counter, allowing her fingers to curl around the lip and hold on to it.
She makes a small noise when I drop to my knees in front of her.
This is one of my favorite parts. Tasting her. Making her scream and writhe. Driving her absolutely fucking crazy. I get an up-close view of the tattoo, and my heart beats harder. Never mind my cock, which is straining to get out of my wet briefs.
I lick and suck and finger-fuck her until her head falls back, and then I pull away. Dance around her clit, pay attention to her inner thighs. She’s panting hard, her muscles clenching around my fingers. She wants to come, but she hasn’t begged for it yet. She hasn’t opened her pretty mouth and let loose the cry I know is coming.
So we repeat this until every swipe of my tongue sends a tremor through her muscles. A ripple down her legs and up her abdomen.
“Please,” she finally says. “Please, Steele, just fucking give it to me.”
I chuckle, sitting back on my heels. I look up at her, at her wet hair, her ruined makeup, her hard little nipples poking through her bra. I slide one finger inside her. Slow.
She groans and lifts her hips.
“Fuck me,” she cries. “Please. God, I’m begging.”
A flutter soars through me.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” I agree, leaning forward and running my nose across her clit. Inhaling her musky scent. “I am your god.”
She moans, but it ends on a whimper when I pull away again. When my finger slips out of her. I rise, pushing my briefs down. It frees my aching cock, my balls ready to unload my cum. We both look down at my lipstick-streaked length, and I shake my head.
We’ll have to redo it later.
I unclasp her bra and yank it off.
The bathroom door is wide open, but whatever. Her tits are perfect, heavy globes. Every curve of her is a thrill to explore.
I palm both of them, digging my fingers into her flesh. Her mouth is still open, her chest heaving, and her eyes go wide when the head of my dick slides through her slickness. Over her clit, then down. It notches at her entrance without much effort at all, and I push in an inch.
My muscles ache, too, and it takes all my willpower not to thrust into her as hard as I can. She clutches my upper arms, her throat working as she swallows her gasp.
This is about edging her until she breaks.
“Oh, god,” she whimpers again, reaching for me.
I let her grip my neck and bring me down to her. Our lips touch. She’s breathing too hard to do much more than that. Her legs wrap around my hips, her heels pressing into my ass. What she wants is extraordinarily clear.
But… the thought of torturing her a little longer is too good to resist.
I rock forward the smallest amount. An inch, a millimeter. She stretches around me, and her mouth opens when I withdraw again.
“Beg,” I whisper against her lips. “Beg for your orgasm, Aspen. And make sure they can all hear you.”
Her nails bite into my neck, and her gaze bores into mine. Her green eyes to my brown.
And then she opens her lips and does just what I ask.
“Please,” she cries,loud. “Please let me come, Steele. I need to come on your cock.”
I inch forward, then back. Torture for both of us. My hands tighten on her breasts, my thumbs coasting over her nipples. It evokes another shiver.
