Page 70 of Obsession

“Are you sure?”

“The only thing I’m sure of is that you seem hesitant about doing this. Are you afraid of me?”

He grins. “I’m just making sure I have your consent.”

“I think I just gave it when I pulled down my pants just now.”

He chuckles lightly. “You’re a funny girl when you want to be.”

“Yeah?”

“Come closer.”

I step forward, standing right in between his knees, which are spread open. I can see a large bulge begging to break free between his legs, even in his loose trousers. I never considered the size of his penis before. It’s probably as big and angry as the rest of him.

He unexpectedly slides two fingers between my legs to feel the crotch of my underwear. I close my eyes as everything feels sensitive down there, my clit especially.

“You’re definitely wet.” He rubs his length through his pants. “That means you’re ready. I want to use your pretty mouth first, Megan. Get on your knees and slide down my zipper with your teeth.”

When I stand there, frozen, he arches a brow. “Don’t tell me you scare this easily. We haven’t even started yet.”

It’s the mocking tone that gets to me. “I’m not scared.”

“Then prove it.” His burning gaze runs over me. “Put your hands behind your back, slide down my zipper, take out my dick,and put it in your mouth. Let’s see if that pretty little mouth of yours knows how to give head.”

His lust-filled words go straight to my pussy, and I feel them clench with want and weep from emptiness. I want to be full of Hunter Middleton by the end of this night, and I’ll follow every direction he gives to get me there.

“On your knees, Megan,” Hunter orders, his voice slightly bored now, as he rests the side of his face on his palm, watching me.

The man is sexy as sin, the smirk on his face making me realize that I may have started this, but he damn sure is going to finish it.

I’ll do whatever he wants.

So I sink to my knees.

I’m not scared.

The large bulge that is growing in his pants is eye-catching, though, and I hesitate.

Do I even know what I’m doing?

When I lean forward, he calmly says, “Hands behind your back.”

I grind my jaw and do as he says. It’s not easy, but I manage to get my teeth around the small zipper, and I pull it down.

The dick that springs out is huge. It has a wide girth and the top of it is already damp with pre-cum.

“It’s too big,” I stammer.

Hunter smiles and reaches out to cup my chin in his palm, forcing me to look at him. “You can take it.”

He rubs my lips with his thumb in a slow, caressing manner, and my lips part as I hold his gaze. When he pushes his thumb in, resting it on my tongue, I immediately begin to suck it, and the pleased expression on his face makes me shiver.

“You do know what to do, after all,” he mutters as his dick begins to bob up and down on its own.

He pulls his thumb out of my mouth and then gestures towards his cock with his eyes. “Go on. Taste it.”

My performance fear is slowly decreasing, and I ask cautiously, “Can I use my hands now?”

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