Page 93 of Lorcan's Obsession

Lorcan leaned forward until his lips grazed my lobe. In a clipped and throaty voice, he growled, “Tonight, you are not allowed to come.”

“L-like at the end? When you finish fucking me?”

“No, my naughty student. There’ll be no orgasms for you the entire night.”

I tugged at the scarves angrily and raised my head to shoot him a desperate glare. “You cannot possibly mean that! You know what happens the minute you push your cock inside me. I cannot stop coming!”

“I know.” He smirked. Lining up his pulsing manhood at my entrance before grasping my thighs. “That’s why, every time you feel you are about to come, you’ll say the word ‘yellow.’ Then I will pull out before we start again. That is your punishment.”

What. The. Fuck?

Before I could process the shock, he surged forward with a brutal thrust. My back rose from the bed as if he was exorcizing me. One thrust, two, and—

“Y-yellow!” I gasped.

Lorcan’s nostrils flared as he struggled to regulate his breaths. His fingers dug so tightly into my thighs, there were sure to be marks in the morning. He looked down at me, both annoyed with the interruption and proud that he had made me climax so quickly.

“Are you ready for your next lesson?”

I nodded, closing my eyes and feeling his angry veins brushing against my walls as he slid back inside me.

Tonight would be a very, very long night.

34

DISCORDIA

Itwisted Tristen's ankle behind me, dragging her body closer to my hips like it was the perfect fleshlight. An hour ago, I wouldn’t have imagined that I’d be letting my demons, fears, and failures fly free as I pistoned my frustrations into my girlfriend. But Tristen had surprised me once again with the most gorgeous yet sinful costume and the perfect trigger to release my stress and inhibitions.

Gods, she was a class in itself. Even after she recognized that her seduction plan had gone awry, Tristen trusted me with absolute control of her body. Sweat trickled down my chest as I fucked Tristen like a maniac, twisting and contorting her legs so her body would only move where I wanted, when I wanted. She was my girl, and if she’d ever let us play this game again, denying her orgasms might just become my hottest kink.

"Yellow!"

It was the fifth time I pulled out tonight. Her tight channel squeezed my cock, obliterating any thoughts in my head. My hardness throbbed painfully, desperate to re-enter.

“Is it a go?” I asked.

Tristen nodded, lips trembling. For a moment, I worried that my selfish actions were souring the evening, but I was nowhere near done with her. To lighten the mood, I swatted her dreamy thighs with a playful smack.

“Use your words, my sexy student.”

She stifled a whimper. “Y-yes, professor.”

Tristen wasn’t looking at me. Her golden skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, and her green eyes were glassy. We would have to finish before I pushed my luck too far. Soon, but not yet. I pressed my cock deep into her, making her slide toward the headboard. As I began my final round of fucking, I mentally recited every fear I couldn’t say aloud.

I wish my Dad would trust my capabilities.

I wish that Fayiz guy never existed.

I wish Tristen would open herself fully to me.

“Lorcan, I-I don’t think I can take much m—”

“Fuuuck. Your cunt is so tight for me.”

Tristen tugged against the silk scarves to ripping point as I rammed into her like a man possessed. I didn't need my girlfriend to tell me what she was feeling. I knew her body better than she did, and I’d orchestrated the greatest ruined orgasm of her life.

“This cunt is mine,” I snarled, feeling my orgasm shoot from the base of my spine. “No one else touches it or fucks it.” I slapped her breast hard, watching it jiggle as I rammed into her. “Anything you want, you come to me!”

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