Page 29 of Twisted In Obsession

“Nico, stop,” she demands, her words at odds with the desire in her eyes.

“Never,” I say, shoving my fingers under the fabric of her panties.

She squirms, trying to free herself from my hold. “I got my period,” she blurts, her cheeks turning a bright shade of red. My cock turns to steel at her words. And then I feel it. The string of her tampon. Inside her cunt.

A. Tampon. Inside.My. Cunt.

Rage like I have never known, fills me. How dare she have something else shoved in my cunt, even if that something is a damn tampon. Grabbing the offending string I pull it out in one quick move, eyeing the bloodied cotton in my hand with disdain. Her eyes widen in horror.

“Nico. What are you doing.” She hisses, bucking underneath me as she tries to shift me off her body. It’s no use. I am too big. Too strong.

“You will not have anything in your pussy but me,” I growl irrationally. Yes, I’m aware of how crazy I sound, but I can’t bear the thought of anything but my cock breaching her tight channel. “If you are menstruating you will use a sanitary towel from now on.”

Her mouth gapes, incredulity lacing her tone when she speaks. “You’re insane. Get off me.”

I smirk, leaning down to brush my lips across hers. “Maybe. But only for you. Now back to why we are in this position. My hard cock needing to blow my seed in one of your holes.” She pales, her body stiffening. I know why. It’s the mention of all her holes. We have never done ass play. It will come, but she isn’t ready for that. I keep forgetting that she is only nineteen. That’s her fault though. Her and her little lies. She wanted to play the adult and that is how I will treat her. “Don’t worry, I won’t take your ass. Not yet anyway. I want to fill your ripe cunt with my cum.” I groan.

“I got my period,” she repeats, her mouth a tight line.

My head cocks to the side, amusement curving my lips. If she thinks a little period blood will stop this, she is wrong. “I have a lot of blood on my handsTesoro, so trust me, a little of your pussy blood doesn’t scare me. In fact, the thought of smearing my cock in your blood sends me feral. It reminds me of the time I claimed your virgin cunt, painting my dick with your innocence.” Shoving off her, I grab her hand, pulling her to the bathroom. “Come on, let’s take a shower.”

“What? Why?” she protests.

“The water will wash away any blood, therefore not tarnishing your pretty white bed sheets.” I give her a droll look. I thought that would be obvious.

Stripping her out of her little nightgown, I then make quick work of removing my own clothes and drag her into the spacious shower. Turning on the spray, I watch as the water hits her perfect body. Chest heaving, she stares up at me with those big blue eyes. My heart tightens in my chest. Fuck. She is so beautiful. Ethereal. If I didn’t know first-hand that she is real, I would think she is a figment of my imagination. Her beauty is so startling, a living, breathing thing, that sometimes it’s hard to look at her face. But it’s more than that. Though I would never admit it, because I don’t want to sound like a pussy, Ocean is the other half of my soul. I feel it. With every touch. Every word spoken. I know it. I think that’s why I never gave up looking for her. She is a part of me. The very air that I breathe. I couldn’t live without my air, so I had no choice but to find her and it paid off. I have her back exactly where she belongs.

A soft hand cups my cheek, bringing me back to the now. I smile down at Ocean, a real smile, and revel in the way her breath hitches. Not wanting to wait another second, I lift her up my body. Her long, toned legs wrap around my waist and satisfaction fills me. “Good girl,” I murmur, taking her lips with mine.

She moans, grinding against my hard dick. I smirk. No matter how much she protests, and fights me, I know it’s all a front. She wants me as much as I want her.

“Nico,” she whimpers when I shove a finger in her pussy.

“So fucking wet and tight. Your cunt is gripping my finger,” I groan, before pulling out and lining my cock up to her entrance. I shove into her, my eyes rolling shut at the sensation of her wrapped around me.

She cries out, her body stilling. Gaze locked on mine, her small hand comes to rest on my chest. “Can you go slow? I’m a little sensitive and sore.” Her cheeks turn pink as if she is embarrassed and she looks away.

Gripping her chin, I pull until her eyes meets mine. “I don’t do slow, baby, but I will try,” I say honestly, because I don’t want to hurt her if she is sore. Glancing down, I pump in and out of her. An animalistic feeling consumes me when I see my cock smeared with her blood and I almost lose control. “Look at you taking me so well. You’re such a good girl taking my cock in your tight little cunt. And look at your blood. Marking me.Owningme. Just like I marked and owned you.” I grit my teeth when I already feel my orgasm building. Fuck. I’m going to embarrass myself and come like a teenager on his first hook-up. Shaking the thought away, I lock down my muscles, pumping into her harder. ocean isn’t looking at me, and I follow her gaze to the spot where we are joined. She is watching me take her, her rapt attention on my cock sliding in and out of her with ease. Smirking, I snap my hips forward, hitting that spot deep inside her that I know will have her seeing stars.

“Nico,” she moans, rocking her hips faster, riding me like it’s what she was born to do.

Grabbing her chin, I pull her mouth to mine and lick across the seam of her lips. She moans, breaking the contact so she can look at me. A possessiveness like I have never known surges through me, heating my veins and begging me to conquer, own, and make her mine in every way possible. Never breaking eye contact, I fuck into her harder. It’s as if we are the only two people that exist in the world. Lost in each other as our pleasure builds.

Reaching down, I circle her clit with my finger. Her back arches, allowing me to take her deeper. “This pussy was made for me. So fucking good.” I praise through gritted teeth.

It’s the push she needs. Her cunt contracts, tightening around me. She cries out my name, her nails clawing at my back when her orgasm takes hold. My balls draw up and I can’t hold back any longer. With one last hard, deep, thrust into her, my cock pulses as I release inside her.

Dropping my forehead to hers, I suck in air, trying to calm my racing heart. Jesus, that was intense. Probably the most intense, connected sex I have ever had. Cracking one eye open, I find Ocean’s gaze already on me.

“You ruin me,” I whisper.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she searches my face. Fuck. I shouldn’t have said that. With three words, I am basically handing her all the power. Though what I said is true, I don’t want her to know the extent of the hold she has on me.

Suddenly feeling vulnerable, I quickly pull out of her, dropping her to her feet before rinsing off my body. I feel her stare on me, but I don’t look at her. Don’t want her to see the truth in my eyes.

Stepping out of the shower, I grab a towel and start toward the door. Without another glance in Ocean’s direction, I leave her with parting words of, “Get cleaned up. I will see you tomorrow.”

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