Page 46 of Lorcan's Obsession

Two.

One…

Biting gusts of wind whipped my face as I leaped into the air, perfectly arching into the belly fly. Tristen’s body was rigid beneath mine, but as we fell together, she relaxed into an excellent diving form. Freefall was the best part of skydiving. The adrenaline and the thrill of dropping thousands of feet was one of the most exhilarating experiences a human could have. It always reminded me how glad I was to be alive, and I couldn’t wait to hear what Tristen thought about the entire experience.

I pulled out the parachute to slow our descent and focused on piloting safely. Tristen was screaming loud enough to rupture my drums.

“Woohoo! This is fucking amazing! I wanna do it again!”

Bravado swelled my ego and filled me with pride. As we came closer to the ground, her excitement didn’t dwindle. It only grew as we passed the picturesque Igloo village at Zermatt and flew close to the snow-capped Matterhorn with the golden sunrise peeking beyond. If Tris’s delighted gasps and shrieks were any indication, this trip was shaping up to be a smashing success.

A medic met us on arrival as soon as we landed, escorting a reluctant Tris to a medical checkup. It wasn’t part of the standard procedures, but she had a panic attack before jumping, and I wanted to make sure we didn’t do anything that could jeopardize her health. She insisted she was fine, but agreed once she understood it was required before paragliding.

Ten minutes passed. I waited in the empty hangar, untying my laces to remove the jumpsuit that was hanging open at my waist, when Tristen suddenly appeared. She was speed walking toward me, her hickory, peanut, and walnut-colored twirls bouncing in perfect harmony with her tits. It took me a few debauched seconds to remember that she was supposed to be undergoing a quick medical checkup.

“Is everything all right?” I asked from afar.

She didn’t respond. She kept walking at that brisk pace, with her rack bobbing up and down, making my dick twitch just by looking at her. I willed him to remain calm. Keep it together, buddy. One more day, and you can party all you want inside her.

Of course, he didn’t listen. Nada. I wasn’t his boss. She was.

“I need you, Lorcan,” Tris moaned.

She fucking pounced on me. Thank god there was a chair nearby to catch us, or our asses would have hit the concrete. How hot and bothered was she?

"What did the doc—"

She cut me off with her silky tongue pushing between my lips. I welcomed the surprising progress as I steadied my feet—one shoe on, one shoe off—and my girl ate my face like a starving lioness.

Purrs and grunts fell from her lips as she began to hump me through our clothes. This woman was going to make me explode.

“I need more, Lorcan,” she cried out. “Ah…Lorcan, ah…”

I growled inside her ear. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Put anything inside me, Lorcan. Anything!”

Fuck.

Me.

Anything?

It was the wrong time for my mind to wander excitedly about what "anything" meant. We had a deal. No sex till tomorrow night. Was she reneging on our arrangement? But when she whimpered my name and arched her neck backward, I seized the opportunity to remind her who her orgasms belonged to.

I knew every tell that led to her ecstasy. How her body quivered, her tightening grip on me, the way she bit down on her lower lip. Tristen was two whimpers away from climaxing, and all I had done was dig my greedy fingers into the swells of her ass and get impossibly hard. And right now, I needed her to let the heavens know I was the one pleasuring her. That all her orgasms were mine.

Her legs were on either side of my thighs. So when I pushed my legs open, it spread her out nice and wide over me. One hand loosened the drawstrings on her sweatpants, and my fingers slid into her pussy like a second skin. She was tight, but when I started moving in and out of her, it was at ungodly speeds that sent her to the edge in a blink.

"Open your eyes. I want you to look at me when you come for me."

"Ahh, fuck. Lorcan, I'm coming!"

Her mouth was wide open, forming the most beautiful "O" as she screamed my name and bounced on my hand like a klipspringer.

“Yes, that’s it, baby. Come for me,” I praised as her juices dripped down my palm.

Tris dragged her pointy nails from my hair to my shoulders, no doubt marking me as hers for everyone to see. A contented groan rumbled in my chest until I saw Stefan standing at the hanger entrance holding his phone and staring at us with a slackened jaw.

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