Page 153 of Volatile Obsessions

Fucking hell.

I couldn’t deny her even if I wanted to.

No sane man would; control be damned.

Unraveling the belt enough to give her some leeway, she sunk her small frame between my legs, raking her nails down my torso deep enough to leave markings in their wake. Even in the dim lighting of her bedroom, you could see them raised through the ink on my body.

I hissed, and she smiled salaciously, flicking her tongue against the head of my dick.

Then down the rigid, veiny shaft to my balls.

Small hand working the tip, she sucked them into her mouth, steadfast blue eyes watching me beneath her lashes.

The sight of her worshipping my cock was an instant high.

“Motherfuck,” I groaned, threading a hand into her silvery locks.

Pleased by my reaction, Lux laid the flat of her tongue at the base, and made her way back up to the tip with a torturous swaying motion that sent my eyes to the back of my head.

She sucked me with such gusto I could barely fucking see straight.

Could barely contain my hold on the belt.

I was lost to her touch, flying high in the fucking sky.

Hand now at base of my cock, her mouth bobbed up and down on the head, hitting that damned spot over and over again. I clenched my eyes tightly as ripples of pleasure diverged through my body, driving me toward the edge.

My hips thrusted reflexively, hitting the back of her throat.

But it didn’t faze her in the slightest.

Instead, a satisfied hum vibrated against me, intensifying every last bit of her ministrations.

Then I felt it, my climax. Just within reach, looming closer and closer. Throbbing, the ache for release was almost too much to subdue, especially after stealing a glance at her between my legs.

“I’m gonna come,” I warned, but she kept on, sucking harder, faster, her hand working the base with equal fervor.

The thought of coming down her hot little throat nearly set me off right there. I would have, too, and I would one day, but in that moment, I wanted her decadent taste on my tongue when I exploded.

Yanking on the belt, my cock popped free from her mouth as I dragged her toward me, her chest heaving, lips swollen and glistening with her saliva.

She seemed confused, regarding me with wide eyes.

“Turn around, Lux,” I demanded, grabbing a greedy handful of her ass. “Put your pussy in my face.”

Scandalized—she was downright scandalized, and yet so turned on, not a single objection followed.

With a quick hand, she unhooked the belt from around her neck, tossed it somewhere on the bed, and positioned herself over me, stretching out along the planes of my body to put my dick back in her mouth.

I dove right in, too, death-gripping the backs of her thighs as I dragged my tongue from clit to slit. Over and over again, I repeated the same act, adding swirls over her swollen bud and deep laps inside her tight little hole in between.

Drawing moan after moan from deep in her throat.

Each one reverberated through me as her scent invaded me.

Essence coated my tongue.

Legs quivering, she was flooding for me, and I hadn’t even fucked her yet.

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