Page 105 of King of Obsession

I slid under her thin tee and fondled her heavy tits, thumbingand flicking her nipples.

My cock went diamond stiff in my sweats, aching, throbbing for her, always for her.

Cleo’s inhales grew heavier at my touch, and she began to explore me.

Her fingertips grazed the waistband of my sweatpants, mere inches from my pulsating erection.

She leaned in closer, her lips close to mine, and whispered, ‘I want you, too, so bad - it’s so hard for me to breathe, needing you so much.’

I pulled back, taking in her flushed face and heavy-lidded eyes.

‘Then let me give you a flavor of the fuckin’ bliss about to come your way, cara,’ I murmured, my voice a timbered growl. ‘I want to make you happy. I’m going down on you, and I won’t permit you to think about returning the favor.’

Her eyes widened as I knelt before her and clutched the edge of her tee, pulling it off her.

Her bra followed, and I was transported to heaven.

Her body was a work of art, every curve and contour perfect. She was mine, and I wanted to show her just how much.

I glanced at her and said, ‘You are a goddess, and I am here to serve you. I want you riding me right now, face between your legs.’

Cleo blushed at my words. ‘Baby.’

I reached up and pulled her close, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss.

She moaned as I stared at her tits.

They were a sight to behold, heavy globes crowned with caramel-tipped pebbled tips. I paused, not wanting to rush things, and let my eyes linger on their beauty.

My woman eyes locked on me from above, her lust-filled gaze making my cock twitch in anticipation. ‘You can touch them, you know,’ she whispered.

I gazed up into her eyes, lost in their depths. ‘I fuckin plan to, but first, I want to show you how much I crave you.’

With that, I began to kiss her neck, nibbling and biting, leaving a trail of hickeys that would mark her as mine.

Her moans underscored the fact she belonged to me, body and soul.

My lips moved lower, teasing the tender skin of her collarbone. Cleo arched her back, her breaths growing shallow and quick.

‘Oh Dio. More,’ she begged, breathy and filled with desire.

I smiled against her flesh, my hands finding their way back to her breasts.

They were warm and soft, the perfect size for my palms. I began to knead them, rolling her nipples between my fingers until they hardened into small pebbles.

Cleo cried out, her hips bucking. ‘I crave you, Alessio. I need you so much.’

‘I’m here, my love,’ I whispered, my timbre husky with arousal. ‘Just let me adore you.’

And worship her I did, my lips trailing down her chest, over her stomach, and down to her waistband. She moaned, her hands tangling in my hair as I kissed and licked her skin.

I sank to the floor, pulling her legs apart.

‘Alessio, please!’ she begged, her utterance thick with yearning. ‘I need you now.’

My eyes glinted wickedly as I grabbed her hips and slid her so that she was lying down, her thighs spread for me.

Without a moment’s hesitation, I dragged her pantsoff and pushed the lace of her panties aside, revealing the pink, wet folds of her desire.

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