Page 24 of Obsession

He lapped at her nub as the thunderous tremors passed through her. By the time Ella’s body was spent with the passion, Tucker’s cock was desperate. Rising to his feet, he pulled out the phone Bennett had left with Ella from his pocket and threw it onto the countertop. Tucker had carried the damn thing around for long enough. He no longer cared what Bennett’s intentions had been when he’d slid it into his daughter’s sleeping bag. He could only think about sliding himself into his daughter.

“Get up.” Jerking down his trousers, he released his eager shaft. He reached out his palm, but his tone alone revealed how thin his patience was. Tucker had played the gentleman long enough. It was time Ella got a glimpse of the real Tucker Bowman.

She scrambled to obey, her cheeks flushed with color as she rose on shaky legs.

“I want you.” Grabbing her ass, he pulled her against his body, pushing his cock against her midriff.

“Have me, sir.”

If the wildcat was intimidated by his need, she wasn’t letting it show. He admired that about her.

“On your knees.” He was already pushing her shoulder down toward the floor. “I want your hot little mouth around my cock before I screw you.”

“Yes, sir.” She complied without reticence, eyeing his enormous crown with hunger.

“Hands behind your back.” He slid his fingers into her dark blond tresses and gripped the back of her head. “Use only your mouth.”

Her hands glided into place, and she barely had time to nod before the tip of his cock nudged at her lips.

“Open.”

He thrust into her as her mouth parted, groaning at the pleasurable relief of her throat. Hot, ecstatic hedonism flooded his senses as his digits stiffened in her hair. Tucker didn’t want to come in her mouth, but he wanted to use it and let her know precisely what the pretty orifice was for.

Ella was quite the loquacious woman. She’d had questions for him from the first moment they’d met, and generally, he didn’t mind her inquiring nature. He understood her confusion and why she wanted information about him and his past, but for Tucker, there were some areas that called for a woman’s obedience, and this was one. She’d assented to this intimacy, and now he was going to enjoy her.

She struggled around his length, her eyes widening as his cocktip grazed the back of her throat, but to her credit, she didn’t try to push him away. Her wrists remained behind her back, her mouth filled with his bulging dick. The sight was utter perfection.

“Good girl.” He used his free hand to stroke the loose strands of her hair from her face. “Take all of me.”

She blinked away tears when he finally pulled away, eyeing the collection of drool that fell to the floor between them.

“Okay?” His fingers shifted to her chin and compelled her attention back to him.

“Yes.” She managed a smile. “Thank you, sir.”

“Your throat is lovely. Now, let’s see about your tongue.” Gripping his shaft, he thrust his testicles in her direction. “Clean my balls.”

She caught her lower lip between her white teeth as she inched forward on her knees. “Yes, sir.”

Her breath was hot against his groin as she started tonguing his left ball. Fresh shoots of arousal flooded his body as he watched her show of submission. For a woman to give herself to him this way was exquisite, but for a woman in her vulnerable and captive position to do so was astonishing.

She was too good to be true.

“Very nice.” He hissed the praise, conscious not to give in to his excitement too early. “And the other one.”

She shuffled into place, eagerly lapping his sensitive flesh while her gaze darted to his face.

“Ready to be screwed, little girl?” His thumb stroked the side of her face as she worshipped him.

“Yes, sir,” she panted around his testicles. “Where do you want me?”

His gaze shot straight to his bed. “Over the end of my bedstead.” Tugging at her tresses, he pulled her toward the handmade furniture. “You’re fucked, little girl.”

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Ella

Arousal flooded her brain as he steered her toward the bed. On some level, Ella was aware of what was happening. She sensed the touch of his hand at her hip and how the wooden floor felt beneath her bare feet, but she scarcely recognized what was happening until he bent her over the end of the frame.

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