Page 107 of King of Obsession

With a roar, I surged back from her, rocked onto my heels, and arched my spine.

My hand instinctively went to my cock, over the tented material, kneading and massaging the pulsing, red-hot shaft.

While the other hand continued its ministration to Cleo’s sensitive flesh, coaxing more and more from her.

I stiffened and shuddered as I reached my peak, sweat pouring down my chest in rivulets, muscles rippling with gratification.

I came so hard, with such a gush and torrent of cum, I spurted into my fuckin’ pants.

The fabric straining, hips bucking and grinding as I rode out the waves of pleasure.

The tang of her lingered on my lips as I let out guttural moans, the scent only fueling my desire even more.

I convulsed, and my senses were overwhelmed by the rush and deluge of ecstasy.

It was damn pure and intense, as was Cleo’s release, whichappeared to last forever. She still shook as I thrust into her with my hand.

My gaze worshiped her as she lay before me like a goddess, eyes still closed, limbs still twitching with the aftershocks of the overwhelming orgasm.

The perfume of our sex filled the room, spicy and musky, mixed with the slight tang of sweat and the lingering scent of her wetness.

I couldn’t help but smirk, taking in the sight of her sprawled across the sofa, panting, legs thrown open, her hips glistening with her arousal and my saliva.

Canting forward, I slid my hand from her pussy and sought her lips as she came down.

‘Brava, Cleo,’ I whispered, hoarse with passion. ‘You’re a sensuous goddess; I am your obedient devotee.’

My fingers parted her mouth, tracing the delicate contours of her face and then delving into her mouth to savor the remnants of our shared intimacy.

Our breathing slowed, and our hearts decelerated in sync as we both shuddered in the afterglow of our intense encounter.

‘Cleo,’ I rasped, my voice still tinged with arousal. ‘I adore you.’

I kissed her hot, sweaty skin, a trail from the top of her chest to the base of her throat. She gasped, her hands stroking my hair, tugging me.

‘Alessio,’ she panted, husky with the remnants of her ebbing desire. ‘I can’t believe how incredible that was.’

I chuckled. ‘Cara, that’s just the beginning,’ I promised, my eyes never leaving her face as her breathing evened out, the ebb of her orgasm draining from her body. ‘But for now, I need to clean up.’

That’s when she noted the wet spot on my gray sweats.

‘Did you just -’

‘Si,’ I growled with no shame.

She smirked. ‘Early off the mark, soldier. In some places, that means instant disqualification.’

I growled. ‘I’ve imagined you, this, us, often in the past ten years. Can’t blame me that I blew when my dream came true.’

‘You weren’t celibate all this time, were you?’ she teased.

I shook my head. ‘They never meant anything. I never charged up with anyone like I have with you. How about yourself?’

She blushed. ‘One or two, an old boyfriend and some fly-by-the-night hostel hookups when I was abroad and in Sydney. Nothing extraordinary.’

‘Bene. That’s because you were always destined to be mine, body, mind, and soul. Now, no one else will ever have you.’

‘So obsessive.’

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