Page 73 of Obsession

Fuck it good.

I cry out his name as I beg him to stop, go on, go faster, and slow down. Nothing makes sense as he drags orgasm after orgasm from me. My moans are long and drawn out, and just when I think I can’t come again, ever, he pinches my clit, making me come one final time. “Fuck!!!”

This time I go limp, my legs feeling weak, and he pulls away, patting my butt. He gently unhooks my leg from his neck and peels my floppy body away from his.

“On your knees.”

I sit back on the floor of the hotel room on my knees, still reeling from the force of my last orgasm. I watch as he opens a bottle of Evian water and pours it into two crystal glasses. He drinks his entire glass in one shot, then hands me mine.

“Drink.”

My entire body is flushed with heat, and the water feels good going down my sore throat. When I’m finished, he takes the glass and sets it down.

“You look so beautiful when you come, Megan. Prettier than any picture you could ever sketch. I want to see more.” He picks me up and carries me to the bedroom. “We are far from finished.”

I doubt I can come another time.

But that assumption about my body is put to the test when he tosses me onto the bed and pulls me toward him by my knees, and flips me over. I’m still trying to get my bearings when I feelhim come up behind me, and his hand rubs me between my legs and over my pussy.

It just takes one touch from the man to get me wet all over again, and I let out a needy sound when he sticks those two fat fingers back inside me.

“H-Hunter!”

He chuckles and pumps his thick digits in and out of me, and I clench the bedsheets and raise my hips higher every time he thrusts into my hole.

“I already warned you,” his voice is low and husky, making me arch my back. “I’m going to have you all night.”

“Please,” I look over my shoulder, begging him. “Just put it in!”

“Put what in?” He asks idly, inserting another finger inside of me, and a short cry escapes my lips.

“Your dick! fuck me, already!” I howl, wanting more, my body needing the real thing.

I hear a soft laugh, and when I look into the wall mirror in front of him, I see the hunger in his eyes.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

He pulls his fingers out of my pussy and then offers them to me, “Clean them.”

When I don’t obey fast enough, his hand comes cracking down on my ass. The sudden pain makes my eyes turn wide, and he repeats the request.

“Suck my fingers like you just sucked my cock. If I have to ask again, I won’t be happy.”

My mouth parts, and I clean my juices off his fingers. His eyes are twinkling with satisfaction, and I wonder why I am enjoying this. Every time he talks to me like this, I want his approval. This feeling of wanting to please someone, to please a man, is so foreign to me that it terrifies me.

“Good girl.” He caresses my ass lovingly. “So, you know when to not talk back to me.”

I can’t reply because I’m obediently sucking his fingers.

“Maybe next time you try to fight me on something or run your mouth off at me in the office, I should feed you my cock,” he muses. “I think you like it.”

I moan at his naughty words.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Megan?” He whispers against my skin as he presses a kiss in the middle of my back. “Maybe when I’ve had a stressful day, I’ll call you into my office and have you get on your knees and fuck me with your mouth under my desk.”

His fingers, on one hand, muffle my answer, and he thrusts two fingers from the other harder into my pussy, which is drenched now.

“You’ll stay there for hours, and I bet you’d like it. People partying on the club floor while my dick is in your mouth. How does that sound?”

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