Page 51 of Devious Obsession
He doesn’t care if my stomach rolls when I’m curled up like this… and I’m more curious to see what he’s doing anyway.
This time, he doesn’t hesitate to put his mouth on me. My lips part when his tongue sweeps through me, and I automatically want to close my legs. Which is why he’s holding them open. His fingers tighten, and he sucks my clit into his mouth.
Stars.
Immediately.
I let my head fall back, fighting the urge to close my eyes. He flattens his tongue and swipes it against the sensitive nub again, then goes lower. His nose brushes my clit at the same time that his tongue stabs into me.
“Holy fuck,” I groan.
He grabs my hand and puts it on the back of his head. “Show me what you need.”
I dig my fingers through his hair and urge him up a little, back to my clit. He sucks it and swirls his tongue around, eliciting a whimper from my lips. And when his teeth graze it, the pain jolts through me. He continues working me higher and higher, thrusting two fingers into me and shoving me over the edge.
I twist and try to get away from him, but he doesn’t move. Or lift his head.
“You’re the sweetest fucking dessert I’ve ever had,” he tells me. Or rather, his words seem directed to my cunt. Which is only slightly mortifying. And then his mouth is back on me.
“I can’t,” I pant.
Except, I don’t really have a choice, do I? He continues to lick and suck until I come a second time. And then he’s turning me over. Straddling my thighs. He grabs one of the pillows and leans over, stuffing it under my hips.
He palms my ass cheek.
I look over my shoulder at him just as he pushes into me. He lets out a breath, then pushes the jersey farther up my back. He stays fully seated inside me for a moment, and his hand traces the curve of my bare spine. All the way up to my neck, which he wraps his hand around.
“Remember?”
I grimace. “Are you going to—”
“No, I want you to remember. Because you fight me until I please you, and then you turn into putty. Would there ever be a time when you don’t?”
“If you leave me wanting,” I whisper.
I don’t like the softness between us.
I don’t like that I can’t go home.
I shift my hips, trying to get him to move. He does a little, and the friction makes me sigh. Two orgasms, and I’m more sensitive than I’ve ever been.
“We go back to hating each other when we leave this room,” he says, pressing me deeper into the mattress. “But right now, I just want to enjoy fucking you.”
“Fine,” I bite out. “But don’t expect me to let you off without consequences. You made it so I can’t go home.”
He may have even leaked my address.
Wouldn’t that be the icing on the cake?
First, he creates the danger—then he offers me a solution. And said solution brings me closer into his orbit.
He pulls out almost all the way, until just the tip of his cock is nestled inside me. Then he slams back in, grunting with the effort. He doesn’t lighten up. He grips my ass and my neck and fucks me like he’s trying to hurt me.
But I accept that, because if I had a choice, he’d hurt, too.
And someday soon, the tables are going to turn. I’ll get him whereIwanthim, and he’ll be powerless to stop my onslaught.
By the time he’s done with me, he’s forced me into another orgasm. And then one of his own, buried inside me. He stays there and traces a new pattern over my back.
