Page 154 of Secret Obsession
I roll my hips and pound into her harder, chasing my own high. I focus on the feel of her, the silky slide of skin-on-skin contact, the way she clenches around my cock. My balls tighten, and I groan when I come. I still inside her, andfuck it, I need to see my handiwork.
Because babies aren’t in our future, but a lifetime of my cum in her pussy is.
I pull out and slide down, keeping her legs parted. It’s already oozing out, mixing with her wetness, and I use two fingers to keep it inside her.
“Miles.” She drops back to the ice. “You’re killing me.”
“I can’t help it. You’re so perfect. I wish you could see this.” I tilt my head, considering, then reach for my phone. It’s still in my back pocket, balanced precariously in the fabric that’s been shoved down past my ass. I take a picture before she can say a damn word, cementing it in my digital spank bank.
I show her the photo, and her eyes bug out.
“Are you kidding?” She scoots backward, closing her legs and drawing her knees up. “You can’t just—”
“I’m not going to show anyone,” I assure her, my voice dark. “I’d rather cut off my dick than let anyone see your pussy.”
I’ve got a nice collection going. The video from the football coach’s office, this picture…
She huffs, but she drops it. And she climbs to her feet, wobbling on the skates. She pulls up her leggings and grimaces at the wet spot left on the edge of her sweater. I guess it’s a casualty in our fucking adventure, but… oh well. I pick it up and lift it to my nose, inhaling.
Smells like sex.
“Put it on,” I say, skating closer. My erection isn’t going away, which isn’t too surprising. I’m addicted to her. I grasp it and tug, running my thumb over the piercing. “Bra, sweater. Get dressed, then get on your knees.”
Willow eyes me. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair wild. Her doe-eyed expression is almost too much for me, and precum oozes out. It coats my hand on my next pass.
Watching her get dressed almost does it for me as much as watching her get undressed. She skates to her bra and bends over, giving me a view of her leggings-clad ass, then straightens and slips her arms through. She reaches behind her and clasps it, then adjusts the bra. Her gaze falls to the sweater in my free hand, and she ventures closer.
“You’re just going to jack yourself off while I watch?” Her voice is husky.
“No,” I reply. “I’m going to let you taste us on my cock before I fuck your throat.”
“Oh.” She bats her eyelashes. “Good.”
Good?She’s going to be the death of me.
Knowing that she wants it as much as I do, I point to the ice. She kneels gracefully, first one knee, then the next, and flicks my piercing with her tongue. Ignoring that I’m still stroking myself.
“How are you still hard?” Her gaze lifts to mine.
“How can I stay inside you all night while we sleep?” I shrug. “I’m just built different, wild girl.”
She hums and takes over, grasping my length and sliding her hand down to the base. Then back up. Her lips part, and her mouth covers the tip. She takes me in slowly, like she’s savoring it, and I allow it for a moment or two… but then, I don’t know, I guess I’m just impatient.
I grip the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her silky hair, and thrust farther into her mouth.
But then I remember what else I have planned for tonight, and I swear.
I withdraw and skate backward, leaving her kneeling alone.
“What—”
“Sorry, wild girl,” I murmur. I stroke myself off in front of her, widening my stance to help my balance.
She shakes her head and crawls across the ice toward me.
My heart lurches.
Fuck.
