Page 158 of Assassin's Obsession

She's really dragging this out and I'm so fucking here for it. I cup her breasts, squeezing the generous mounds. My mouth salivates in anticipation of tasting the sweet peaks.

Candi's hands land on my shoulders and rub down my chest playing over my nipples and sending zings a pleasure to my cock.

"I like that," I say with surprise.

"None of your past lovers did this?" She scrapes her nails over the small bits of flesh.

"Fuck," I gasp. "No."

"Good. I like knowing there are parts of you that no one has ever experienced the way I do. "

"No one has ever experienced anything of me the way you do,mia amate. You make me feel things inside, not just my body's physical reaction. I belong to you, my lover. There is no comparison with previous sex partners."

Candi kisses my chest, sucking up love bites along the way. My arousal grows to such a high-level it's nearly uncontrollable. My cock is ready to burst out of my leather pants.

Candi moans. "You're so hard right now."

"Yeah."

"Does it hurt?"

"Only in the best way."

Reaching down between us, she undoes my fly and waistband. Her hand delves inside and grips my cock like in the helicopter.

And it feels just as fucking fantastic as that day.

But I don't want a hand job. I want more. I want all of her. "Let me take them off."

"Candi says take off the sexy leather pants." After giving my dick a final squeeze, she releases me and steps back.

I waste no time shimmying out of the tight leather and silk briefs I wear beneath it.

My cock springs free, the tip already drooling for her. I kick the leather and silk aside.

"I know you're really turned on when you stop folding your clothes," she breathes against my chest.

"That's what your touch does to me." Almost every time we have sex, there's a pile of clothes to pick up after.

Pressing against my chest, she purrs, "Candi says sit down."

I drop to the couch with alacrity.

Kicking off her shoes, she cups her tits, offering them to me, but standing too far back for me to actually touch. My dick jerks in appreciation. Even her teasing is perfect.

She drops to her knees and everything inside me stills. She's going to take me in her mouth. Fuck, I want that.

I grab the thick seat cushion to my left and pull it off the couch. "Here."

"Always thinking of me." Smiling, she scoots back and lets it drop to the floor in front of my feet. "Spread your legs, Angelo."

Fuck. What do I do? Are we still playing the game.

Cocking her head in question, she asks, "Don't you want this?"

"Fuck, yes."

"Then…"

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