Page 93 of Blades of Obsession

I try to speak, to say something dirty like I usually do, but the words stick in my throat. All I can do is groan, which is getting louder as they slip through past my control. I alwaystease her for not being able to talk, and not being able to control her moans, and now here I am, in the same predicament.

Her mouth is like fucking sin.

She sucks faster, and I swear my legs almost topple over. If I didn’t have a grip on the wall holding me up, I’m sure they would. “Fuck, fuck. Jesus, fuck. You really know how to suck a dick, don’t you, pretty girl?” I grab her hair out of her face with one hand, holding it like a makeshift ponytail.

It’s only been two, maybe three minutes and I’m already teetering on the edge. She’s definitely going to win.

“Fuck. I’m gonna c—oh my God, I’m gonna come.” I inhale sharply, my mouth falling open as my head tilts back, eyebrows pinching with pleasure.

As soon as the words slip past my lips, she slows down, and the pressure that was once building starts to fade. “What are you—” She’s teasing, sucking lazily at the head. “K-keep going like before,” I grunt.

“You better fucking not.” My teeth grit as she pulls away completely, only licking over the tip in agonizingly slow strokes. “Amelia, I’m not fucking playing with you.”

She looks up at me with big, bright eyes, feigning innocence, even though right now she’s anything but.

“You have three seconds to—”

Before I finish the sentence, she’s back taking me fully into her mouth. My stomach clenches as the air is sucked out of me.

“Shit.” I bite my lip, a groan passing through them. Within seconds, the sensation to come returns. She must notice my dick pulsing and about to go over the edge because she slows down again. “Unh, unh. Not this time.”

I grab both sides of her head, pinning her head back against the wall, holding her still as I forcefully shove mycock back into her mouth. I thrust forward, fucking her throat roughly, her mouth nothing more than a perfect toy.

She has nowhere to go, no way to escape as I push deep, sinking my full eight inch length into her throat, all the way to the base, balls deep. In and out, again and again, at a pace so fast that tears start streaming down her face.

Finally, with a guttural half-groan, half-growl, I come down her throat. The release is intense, shattering, and I’m left gasping as I hold her head still, making sure every drop slides down her throat. Even after I’m finished, I keep my cock buried deep in her mouth, savoring the moment as I catch my breath, still riding the high.

The money I’m about to spend on her at this executive meeting in two minutes? Worth it from that blowjob alone.

Fuck.

That took a lot out of me.

I kneel down and grab her neck, kissing her. “If you wanted me to fuck your throat, all you had to do is ask. Instead of playing these games trying to get a reaction out of me. You know I’d be more than happy to give you what you want. To be treated like a dirty little slut.”

She whimpers, shuffling around on her knees, her hand reaching out to grab my cock.

“Ah, fuck. It’s still sensitive.” I place my hand over hers and pull it away. She looks up at me with those big, puppy dog eyes and my cock twitches in response. “If you want me to fuck you senseless, you’re gonna have to wait until we get home.” She whimpers again and looks down. “I know.” I place my pointer finger under her chin, tilting her head up. “But you have a meeting we have to get to, and you can’t miss it.”

Every time she gets used like a slut, even if it’s not full on-sex, it’s like she goes into a different headspace—reduced to just whimpers and pouting.

Fuck, it’s making me get hard again.

But this meeting might possibly be the most important one she will ever go to, so I have to stay strong. The meeting is an introduction to the executive I made another deal with, and it’ll catapult her career as a fashion designer. The final negotiations on the deal happens after the fashion show, to scope out the reactions on her designs first.

After the meeting, we’ll be able to make the drive back so I can fuck her brains out. And oh yeah, deal with the punk, Mr. Adams, who’s currently tied up in my basement.

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Mr. Adams’ screams echo off the cold, concrete walls of the basement, a chilling sound that would haunt most men. But not me. I enjoy it, especially after what he did to Amelia. Just thinking about the nasty fucker’s hand on her thigh makes my blood boil. I stand over him, my knuckles bruised and raw. Just as I’m about to land another blow with the brass knuckles, my phone rings.

I figure it’s Amelia, she’s upstairs, knocked out after I fucked her to sleep. She must’ve woken up. I slap some duct tape over Mr. Adam’s mouth to muffle his screams and answer without looking at the caller ID. “Hello?”

“Hey, come over to my house.”

I do a double-take at the screen and curse under my breath. Just my fucking luck, I answered the call on my dad. I sigh, already irritated. “I’m busy.”

“This is important. Out of all the things I’ve ever asked you, this is the most important. Just come over.”

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