Page 95 of Devious Obsession
I have no intention of stopping.
Her cunt tightens around me, an orgasm cresting through her. One more pump, two, and I slam fully inside her as my balls tighten and I come harder than I ever have. She squeezes my cock to death, and her nails dig into my neck, my scalp.
We stay like that for a minute, locked in that embrace.
And then the sound of something vibrating brings me back to earth.
Slowly.
“Phone,” Aspen says beneath me, her body limp. She doesn’t even seem to mind that I’m still inside her.
My cock is half-hard and slowly losing steam, but I keep her filled for another second.
The vibrating stops. Then starts up again.
It’s my father. I know it, she knows it. And it immediately sours my mood. He’s out there, probably waiting to introduce me to his new bride. The rage returns like an old ache. But when I pull out of Aspen and see the evidence of what we did, it soothes it.
A fraction.
I accept that knowledge and climb off her, holding out my hand. She stares at it for a second, then takes it. I help her slide to the edge of the Zamboni’s top, and I retrieve her panties from my jeans pocket. I pull them up her legs and secure them against her pussy.
“Steele—”
“The thought of my cum between your legs right now is the only thing keeping me from losing it,” I tell her in a low voice.
The vibrating stops.
Then starts again.
“Fuck!” I kick my jeans off the Zamboni, my phone with it.
“She’s not that bad.” Aspen crosses her arms over her chest. The jersey is back in place. Her jeans are on the seat, and I hand them to her wordlessly.
She very well could be that bad.
“She raised you,” I allow. “So…”
“Exactly.” Aspen stands, shimmying the fabric up her legs. She makes a face. “I don’t like the feeling of it between my legs. My underwear is going to be soaked—”
“Good,” I snap.
Her eyebrows rise.
“I hope we smell like sex, too,” I add. “I hope your gold-digging mother sees right through us, because she does the same to my father—”
Slap.
It hurts worse that she went for my bruised side.
I clench my jaw.
“Stop calling her that,” she hisses. “If you knew anything, then you’d just drop it.” She pushes past me and climbs off the Zamboni. She fishes out my phone and answers the call, turning away from me. “Yeah,” she says loudly. “He lost his phone, so I was helping him search for it. We’ll be right there.”
Aspen hangs up and turns around, frowning at me. “Well?”
“Well, what?” Why the fuck do I feel like an insolent child right now?
Snap out of it.
