Page 21 of Devious Obsession
She’s wet.Soaked. For no fucking reason.
She’s asleep.
That pisses me off.
She should only be wet when she’s thinking about me—not whoever is starring in her dream. I look down at her cunt. Did she rub herself to orgasm before she fell asleep? I pick up her hand, lifting it to my nose. Her fingers curl around mine, and I sniff. Then lick the pad of her index finger, just for the hell of it.
Aspen squirms, her hips shifting, and my dick rubs against her clit.
I move it lower, notching at her entrance. Pushing in just enough to keep it in place as I capture her wrists in one hand and cover her mouth with the other. So slowly, so carefully, that she doesn’t wake up.
Until I drop my full weight on her, my hips pinning hers into place. My fingers dig into her cheek, and she inhales sharply when she registers what’s happening.
Her legs try to close, but I’m right there.
“Do you remember your safe word?” I look into her wide eyes.
She’s still for a moment, maybe still trying to piece together what’s happening. But then her head jerks up and down.
“Say it.” I lift my hand from her mouth, wrapping it around her throat instead. “Tell me.”
She licks her lips. “Fire.”
I never understood why she picked that—but I’ll ask another time.
Right now, I need to be inside her.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” I ask her.
She shakes her head.No.
Good.
I thrust forward, and her pretty eyes roll back at the sudden intrusion. Her body bows up off the bed to meet mine, but it’s her cunt that I’m focused on. The way her hot, silky muscles clamp down on my length.
The last girl I was inside washer. Over the summer. Six fucking months ago.
I draw out and ram back into her, judging her reaction. She seems caught between anger and lust, and she’s not doing enough to make me stop.
“Fight me,” I growl in her ear. I drag my teeth down the side of her neck. She smells sweet. As delectable as a dessert. “Come on, little viper. Fuckingfight me.”
My teeth sink into her neck at the same time that I rock my hips forward again.
She groans. The sound is music to my fucking ears, but I don’t give a shit about her own pleasure. Especially if she already got off tonight without me.
So this has to be more unpleasant for her. A punishment instead of a reward.
I pull out of her so fast, she cries out.
But I’m not done.
I haul her up with me and shove her toward the window. She catches herself on the sill and meets my eyes over her shoulder, her eyes hooded. The window is open. The screen is off. It’s the middle of the night, but who knows what noises are going to come out of her mouth?
I smack her ass.
She jumps forward, and I haul her back again. My grip on her hips steadies her, and I strike her again. My palm fucking stings, but I keep going until her knees buckle. She sinks to the floor, and I follow her.
Always fucking following her.
