Page 130 of King of Obsession

He bent over me, giving me a long look, and breathed into my ear. ‘I want to take your ass.’

He pulled up to gauge my response.

I stared at him, slow-blinking, playing with the idea.

With a shaky breath, I nodded, granting him my most profound trust. My knees were weak and molten, and arcs of electricity soared through me. ‘Whatever you want, have your way.’

‘You’ll never regret this,’ he growled against my nape, doing away any last fragments of doubt with a soul-melting kiss.

Damn, he was going for it and freakin’ going to balls to the wall.

His tongue traveled over my body, all the way to my pussy where he pushed my thighs as far as they could go, exposing all of me to him.

He dipped his head and took his time, edging me. Sucking my clit, then pulling away when I was about to peak over and over until I was soaking the towel he’d placed under my ass with my spurting need.

Priming me, oiling me, working my cunt and button with a gentle intensity that had me writhing.

I reached for his cock, grabbing it, stroking, squeezing as his head spurted with precum.

‘Fotto, Cleo,’ he snarled.

He returned the favor, fucking me with his fingers and hand, slipping and sliding over my folds, flooding his hand with my juices.

‘Ready?’ he grunted, neck corded, eyes so hot as he stared at me mewling, wanting so bad to come.

‘Per favore, baby,’ I begged.

‘Il piacere e tutto mio, my utter pleasure,’ he growled.

He sat up, legs tucked under him and tugging my hips somy ass cheeks rested on his knees.

His golden tresses fell to his shoulders, veins standing out on his brow as he, with great care, guided his cock, so thick and throbbing, into my ass.

He went slow, allowing me to get used to his girth in my virgin cavity.

At first, I gasped at his thickness, and my gaze fluttered away, overwhelmed by the sensations crashing over me.

‘Keep looking at me,’ my man growled. ‘Don’t be shy on me, bella.’

I met his amber eyes, mine shimmering with tears, as ecstasy and feeling surged all around us.

He held my hand and squeezed, lending me his strength.

I flooded from my slit, and he stroked me, letting my wet coat our joining.

‘Fuck yourself on me, carissima,’ he invited, his growl thick with lust.

I hissed, arched my spine as I obeyed.

I placed one foot on his chest for leverage, canted my waist, and slicked myself over him as his fingers plundered my pussy.

It was beyond wild.

‘Ride me,’ he rasped, raw and coarse with need.

He held his hips still while I drove mine along his thick length. Rocking onto him, I took him into me one inch at a time as I got used to his girth, shaking from the growing euphoria of the wild sensation.

When he was finally buried to the hilt, he took over. His hands gripped my ass tighter, pulling me closer, his cock sliding deeper in and out of me with a rhythm that was equally maddening and exhilarating.

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