Page 79 of Endless Obsession

He’s too thick for that. I’m sure of it. I should shake my head, tell him no, but instead, I find myself nodding, eyes wide and teary as Ivan moans with pleasure at my answer, both hands gripping the headboard now as he arches his hips upward, sliding his cock deeper into my throat as my head tips back.

And then he starts to thrust.

Slowly, shallowly, as if he’s well aware I’ve never done this before. But still, I feel myself gagging on each stroke, eyes watering, and I’m so wet, so turned on that I almost feel as if I could come without touching myself. I want to touch myself, and I reach down, my fingers sliding in the slick wetness dripping from my pussy as I find my clit and start to rub, matching the rhythm of Ivan fucking my mouth.

“Oh god. Fuck,” he moans, hips rocking again. “That’s right. Make yourself come for me again. Come with my cock in your mouth. And then I’ll fuck you the way you need to be fucked.”

I moan something unintelligible around his cock, a god, please, yes that he can’t hear, but that I think he understands. The muscles in my thighs are tightening, that knot of pleasure in my belly unfurling, and I cry out around the thick length of Ivan’s cock in my mouth as I feel myself unraveling for a third time, the orgasm exploding through me as I come hard.

He jerks himself free of my mouth, his hand squeezing hard around his shaft as he slides down my body. “Fuck, I almost lost it,” he pants, his eyes wide and dark, and another jolt of pleasure arcs through me as I realize what he means.

The thought of him being so aroused that he almost lost control of his orgasm fuels mine, and I shudder again, moaning as he rips open a condom, rolling it down his length in a flash before he pushes my thighs wider, the head of his cock at my dripping, clenching entrance as he pushes into me.

“God,” he moans, gripping the headboard as he pushes the swollen tip inside. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, fucking hell—” He goes still for a moment, panting as I clench and flutter around him, the last echoes of my orgasm still rippling through me as the feeling of him filling me up already starts to prime me for another. “God, you have the best pussy I’ve ever fucking felt, Charlotte.”

I have no idea how that could be true, but the way he says it makes me believe him. I moan as he thrusts deeper, inch by inch, his cock filling me to the limit, even as wet as I am, even after three orgasms. With one last jerk of his hips, he seats himself deeply inside of me, looking down at me with lust-glazed eyes as he rocks his body against mine.

“You feel so good,” I whisper, and a shudder runs through him.

“So do you.” He reaches down, stroking a thumb over my cheek as he rocks against me again, and there’s a sudden moment of tenderness in all of the lust, a silence in the midst of the storm. I wrap my legs around his, locking him against me, lifting my hips so that we’re rocking together, and Ivan suddenly leans forward, his arm sweeping underneath me as he lifts me up and into his lap.

He runs his hand through my hair as he perches me on him, thrusting up into me with short, shallow strokes, his other arm around my waist holding me down on his cock so that every thrust makes me rub against him, his taut skin grinding against my clit. “You’re going to come on me again,” he murmurs, his hand cupping the back of my head as he starts to thrust harder. “Ride my cock like you rode me in the car, Charlotte. Come all over it while I’m buried inside of you, and then I’m going to fill you up. I’m waiting on you. Waiting to come, and god, I need to come so fucking bad?—”

He thrusts as he speaks, the words dripping like honey over my skin, sweet and sticky, his body stimulating mine with every stroke, driving me higher. I love the way he talks to me, the way he fucks me. I love everything about this, and I wrap my arms around his neck, my hands in his hair, kissing him with wild abandon as he drives us both to the edge.

I clench around him, tightening, and Ivan groans. “Right there. Yes. Fuck, baby, I’m going to come with you. Come for me, yes?—”

His hands clutch at me as the orgasm hits, my back bowing as I grind down on him, my head falling back. I feel his mouth on my neck, my chest, the tops of my breasts as he thrusts into me hard, spilling me back onto the bed as he slams into me once more, and I feel him swell and throb as he holds himself there, coming with me as we both cling to each other.

He stays like that for a moment, panting as we both come down from the high, sweaty skin sticking to each other. He holds himself up on his elbows, enough not to crush me, but I can feel his chest heaving, and after a long moment, he rolls to one side, one hand pressed to his ribs.

“Are you okay?” I manage, looking over at him, and he nods.

“Even if I wasn’t, that would have been worth it.” He meets my eyes, that familiar cocky smirk on his lips, and I can’t help but smile back.

“That was the best sex I ever had,” I murmur, and his smirk widens.

“Good. That means you’ll want to see me again.”

I swat at his arm, letting my head fall back onto the bed. “I would have wanted to see you again, anyway.”

I push myself up, slowly, unsure of what to do next. I want to play it cool, to send Ivan home, to treat this as if it means nothing. But I know that’s not true. It did mean something. And what I want right now is to roll over and curl into him, and hold him until we both fall asleep.

“You can stay if you want,” I murmur, moving closer. Ivan looks over at me, his dark blond hair falling into his face, and I see a regretful expression there.

“I would love nothing more than to do that,” he says softly. “But I have to be up early. It’s probably better if I don’t.”

“I—yeah. Sure, of course.” I bite my lip, and I start to get up to go and shower, but Ivan grabs my arm, stopping me.

“It’s nothing to do with you, Charlotte.” He reaches up, pushing my hair back. “I want to stay. I really do. It’s just work, I promise. Next time, I’ll plan better.”

I want to believe him. God, with everything in me, I want to believe he’s telling the truth. “Okay,” I whisper. “I’m holding you to that.”

“Good.” He leans forward, giving me another kiss, before he reaches down to collect his clothes. “It won’t be long, I can promise you that. I already want you again.”

I can see that’s true, as he gets up and starts to dress. His cock is half-hard, swollen between his legs, and I see it twitch when he looks up at me, that wolfish, hungry expression still on his face.

“Soon, Charlotte.” He pulls on his shirt, coming around the bed to kiss me again, his lips lingering against mine for a long, warm moment. “I’ll text you.”

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