Page 108 of Blades of Obsession

I sigh and unmute the phone. “I can’t, John. Something came up.”

There’s a pause before his rugged, angry voice splits the silence. “This is your fucking job! Remember our deal.”

Sometimes I want to slit his throat. He’s the only person that can talk to me that way and get away with it, but he always borders the line of me sayingfuck itand killing him for it.

“Something urgent came up.”

“What could be more fucking urgent than—”

I hang up with a click. Fuck him. I can’t wait until the old bastard croaks dead so I can take over.

I look over to Amelia and draw in a sharp breath when I notice she’s taken the towel off, now wearing only a pair of lace panties. My frustration is immediately dissipated.

I push her panties to the side, plunging two fingers into her, and she responds with a sharp wince. She’s still sore from a couple of days ago when I held a knife to her throat. That was a sight to see—droplets of ruby red blood falling between her breasts while I shoved my thick cock into her. I don’t think I’ve ever finished that hard in my life, waves and waves of hot cum rippled out from me.

“You know I hate having a messy room. You’re gonna have to pick up every single lotion that you knocked down.” Ismack her thigh, and she whimpers and clenches around my fingers. “Now lay back, I want to fuck your glorious tits.”

She does as she’s told, and it makes my dick jump. The way she always listens andlikesto listen is intoxicating, it makes my head buzz.

I grab some body oil from the top nightstand drawer, the one she sometimes uses after a shower. The faint scent of jasmine fills the air as the cool oil drizzles over her chest. She shivers at the first contact, her nipples hardening instantly.

I step back and admire her, before returning to the bed and sucking one of her nipples into my mouth. I don’t think I will ever get tired of sucking them, her either because she always pants and writhes when I do.

“Grip your chest,” I instruct. “Squeeze them together for me.”

The sight is almost too much to bear, her cupping her oily chest together, her beautiful face looking up at me. My desire rises, an insistent, pulsing need that shoots straight to my dick and balls. I position myself between her legs, jerking my hips forward as I push my cock into the space between her breasts. The warmth of her skin and the slickness of the oil create an incredible fucking feeling.

I move slowly at first, relishing in the view. Then my pace quickens, my hips almost moving on their own as I lose myself in the sensation.

As soon as I get into it, my phone blows up, back to back to back.

I grunt, half in frustration, half in pleasure. I continue jerking my hips into her tits while I pull up my messaging app and scroll through what I know is John’s messages. He left a few calls and voicemails too but hearing his voice right now would ruin what I’m feeling.

John: After I just did you a favor this is what you do

John: Why are you ignoring me?

John: Ok then I’ll just reverse the favor and tell Amelia that her dad was never in any danger

John: See how long she stays with you after that. I have her number from when she called me

Son of a bitch. He always knows how to use your vulnerabilities against you, and doesn’t give a fuck what destruction he causes with them, as long as he’s getting what he wants.

I replace Amelia’s hands, grabbing both of her boobs in a tight hold, a little angry now, and quicken the pace of my hips. I spit on the area, getting more lubrication. Her skin is soft, smooth, warm, and I can’t tear my eyes away.

“Oh fuck, that feels good. You feel so good.” I grip tighter, probably in a painful hold, and watch as my dick slides in and out of her perfect tits. She responds with a soft moan.

She angles her head up and catches the tip of my cock into her mouth each time it peeks out. “Fuck, Amelia. Keep doing that. I’m close,” I groan. My hips snap up rougher, faster as a building pressure tightens in my stomach.

“Oh—oh fuck, Ughn!” I yell out once hot liquid spurts of my cum pulse out of my dick and onto her face. She holds her mouth wide open and accepts some of it in, but most lands on her neck, face, and upper chest. “Don’t you look so beautiful, painted in my cum.” I smear some around on two of my fingers and shove them down her throat. “My little cum slut. Are you my little cum slut?” She nods and accepts my fingers into her mouth.

God, she’s perfect.

I draw in a breath when I finally release my now sensitive dick from the canal of her titties. I lean down to kiss her and murmur against her lips, “What if you came with me?”

“Huh?”

“You said I can’t leave without you for days at a time anymore, so what if you came with me?”

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