Page 53 of Forbidden Obsession

“Shit!” he barked, slipping a hand around the back of my head, our mouths crushed together, and he whispered as he kissed me, “Are you trying to break me with this tight little pussy, Penelope?”

I whimpered, the only sound I could form at the moment. He inched backward, drove in deep again, and lifted my left leg over his shoulder for a better angle.

“Hooooooooly mother!”

He churned me, round and round, in and out, digging deep. Pleasurable sensations swathed my body. My toes curled, my ears popped, my breathing was sporadic.

Sex with him was nothing like I’d experienced before. Hot and heavy, deep and dangerous, wanting to slow down while wanting to feel every bit of the pounding he gave.

I adjusted to his size—finally—and when I inched up my right leg, he lifted from my mouth, pressed his palm on the back of my inching thigh, and fucked me hard.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The sounds of our colliding flesh echoed between us, and his pummeling drove me mad.

“Aaaaaah!” I arched my back. “Oh shit, Dominic! Dominic!”

A guttural moan burst from him, and I gripped his arms, my nails digging into his skin as I took his thrashing.

I was beaten into the mattress, my body jerking with every whack he pounded. My yells and screams became a chorus with his growls and snarls, elevated by our bodies banging and the passion with which we fucked.

Stings between our legs numbed my thighs with each weighty drop into my center. My head rolled, my body trembled, and my orgasm tore through me like a tsunami.

“Ah! Eeeeeeek!”

My nerves heightened as I felt like a live wire. Dominic slipped out of me, pulled me up, and flipped me over. He was driving inside me from behind before I could gather myself. “Who told you to come, goddess?”

“Oh, fuck!”

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Tight fingers gripped my hips as he banged into me, and I fell into the sheets. Grinding his hips, pounding, stretching me from end to end, I took his unruly hammering. My thighs were coated with the mixture of our sex. It only caused us to slip and slide with harder, more palpable plunges that drove me insane.

“Fuccccck! Dominic! Dominic!”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No! I want you to come!”

Dark laughter belted from him, and his hand slipped around my neck. “Say please.”

Pound! Pound! Pound! Pound!

He squeezed my throat, and I croaked out. “Pa…pa…pa.”

“I can’t hear you, goddess.” He loosened his grip, and I took in a breath and squealed.

“Hmmmm.”

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

“That doesn’t sound like please to me.”

His hot mouth pressed against the back of my shoulders, his hips grinding and undulating.

Dominic was right. I had ample time to say please, but I could admit our sex was so intensely driven I didn’t want him to stop while at the same time, I did.

“Aaaaah!”

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