Page 99 of Unspoken Obsession

"Follow me." She says, turning and pulling me through the crowds on the dance floor. She guides me along the edge of the event room, towards the stage. She glances over her shoulder towards me, and it sends a shiver down my spine. She pushes a door open that leads to the area behind the stage.

I am having déjà vu as she leads us into the storage room behind the party.

I laugh as she pushes me against the wall in the small dark space.

"This is so familiar." I grin.

"I am recreating the moment I fell in love with a stranger." She smiles up at me.

I grab her waist and spin her so that her back is against the wall.

I lift her in my arms and push my cock against her.

She gasps as I run my hands up her legs, pushing her dress over her hips.

With my hands around her ass, I slide my fingers forward. I realize she isn't wearing underwear. My cock throbs with excitement. "Did you plan this, little fox?" I growl. "I might have." She says breathless.

I slide my hands towards her pussy and dip my finger inside her. She is soaked. She rocks against my fingers, ready for me, begging me to thrust my cock into her pussy.

Memories flood my mind of the first time I was with her. The thrill, the intensity, and the incredible connection I felt between us even then when I didn't know her.

We were always meant to be together.

Fate intended for us to fall in love and no matter what the world threw at us - we were going to end up together.

Frankie digs her nails into my neck as I tug my pants open, freeing my cock.

She gasps as I grab it and rub it over her pussy.

Tilting her head back she cries out when I thrust forward, slamming my cock into her.

We experienced a mysterious first time together.

Genuine, deep, fiery love has taken the place of the mystery this time.

I am obsessed with her.

I am in love with her.

I want to have her in every way possible.

I fuck her so hard the wall might come down behind us.

My cock is so hard it is aching with need, and I'm close to coming. The intensity of my emotions is overwhelming me.

Frankie screams and digs her nails in deeper, feeling the same intensity. She gives in to her orgasm sooner than she normally does. Her body shakes and her pussy clamps onto me.

I can't wait another second as I go rigid inside her and explode in wave after wave of pleasure.

I am still holding her against the wall, breathing heavily when I hear her little laugh. "So, stranger, do you want to get another drink at the bar?" She asks with a giggle.

"I would love to, little fox." I step away, letting her drop to the ground. She pulls her dress straight and readjusts her mask.

I lead her back out into the party, and we carry on enjoying ourselves, talking, laughing, and celebrating.

But this time when the party ends, I take her hand, and I don't let go.

Because she is mine and she is coming home with me.

---