Page 87 of Obsession

The movement pulled a groan from my chest. But I gripped her legs tighter, keeping her in place. “No.”

“Fine.” She smirked. “I’ll do it myself.”

Liquid lust poured into my veins as she slid her hand down her body. She grabbed the end of the shirt, pulling it off and tossing it aside. Her perky tits bounced with the action. Then she was naked in front of me. And fucking perfect.

My balls tightened as I watched her fingertips ghost over her collarbone. Then delicately trace over her hard nipples. Her head fell back as she moaned.

The sound shot straight through me. Burned my skin. My sense. My resistance.

She knew what she was doing as her fingers skimmed over her stomach until she reached her pussy. She was driving me crazy. Tempting me. As always, my good judgment vanished when it came to her.

I gripped her wrist, stopping her. Her pink lips pulled into a smile as her head tipped up to meet my gaze. I knew this was her plan, but it didn’t matter. I had to have her now. Had to give her what she needed.

“Don’t move.” I kept her hand captured. Her other rested on the bed supporting her.

My fingers trailed up her thighs until I swept one through her center. Her arousal coated it instantly. It glistened on the tip as I traced her clit. “So wet.”

“It’s all for you.” She gasped as I pushed inside her tight, warm cunt. Her inner walls quivered around me. Showed me she meant it.

“Fuck.” The curse tumbled from my mouth seconds before I was on her. Lark moaned in pleasure as I latched onto her clit and sucked hard.

Her flavor exploded on my tongue. Filled my senses until she was the only thought in my head. Making her feel good.

That one little taste made me fucking insane. I grabbed her ass, yanking her to the edge of the bed. Her back hit the mattress with a soft thud. Her hands tangled in my hair as I devoured her.

I knew she was still hurt, but it didn’t seem to matter anymore. She was like a drug. She dulled my senses. Made it impossible for me to think.

“Yes, good boy!” She praised as my tongue lashed across her clit. I pumped in and out of her with two fingers. Moving fast and hard because I needed her to come for me. “I’m close. Don’t stop.”

I smiled against her pussy as she withered and moaned. Shoving herself in my face as she raced towards her release. I felt her inner walls tighten. And then she was coming. Screaming my name as she rolled her hips.

I kept licking her. Pumping into her until she rode it out. Until the tremors subsided and she was breathing normally.

“Thank you.” She collapsed on the bed. But I wasn’t done.

“Again.” I jumped up, yanking my pants down. My cock was throbbing and ready. “I need you. I need more.”

She was an addiction. An obsession. And it never stopped growing. I could never get enough.

Lark smiled as she reached for me. Her soft hand wrapped around my cock, sending bursts of pleasure through my body. “You’re always so hard for me.”

My fingers circled her wrist and then the other. I shoved her hands into the bed above her head. I positioned myself between her thighs. “No.”

“Nathan.” She whined my name as she rolled her hips, trying to bring me inside her. Electricity sparked on my skin as the head of my cock bumped her clit. Precum leaked out, coating us both.

“Don’t worry, Songbird.” Leaning forward, I pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “I’m going to take care of you.”

I angled my hips until I was running my cock through her wetness. Lark moaned again, arching her back and pressing her soft tits into my chest. I trailed kisses along her cheeks, her neck, moving to the other side until I was kissing her lips again.

We needed each other, but I wouldn’t rush and hurt her. I kept my grip gentle as I held her still, making sure she didn’t pull out her stitches or doing anything else that would cause her pain.

“312,” I whispered as I pressed another kiss to a freckle on her neck. She chuckled. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard. “I love you.”

I never thought I’d say those words. But they flowed freely. Made my heart pump just like my love for her.

Her fingers brushed along the back of my hands as she smiled up at me. “I love you, too.”

The sentiment had hardly left her mouth when I snapped my hips, burying myself inside her. Sealing them between us. Lark arched and moaned as I pulled out and slid into her again. Slow and sweet. Long and deep. Over and over.

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