Page 134 of King of Obsession

I keened and curved into him. Hands clutching his back for purchase.

‘She’s so ravenous for it, so needy, so freakin’ insatiable for it,’ he growled, lifting away to kiss me. ‘I had a hard-on all day from being so close to you.’

Our mouths met, so wild for him I lost all breath for a second.

The next thing I knew, my jeans were being tugged down, and my panties ripped away.

Throwing his sinewed arm around me, he hoisted me onto the kitchen bench.

‘Legs spread, cara,’ he growled. ‘I’ll take care of the rest.’

His heated lips lowered and fell on me.

Feasting, lavishing, pleasuring, making me with under him as I flooded his mouth, even as arcs of pure bliss flew through me, thrumming my core.

He lifted for a beat, his dark blonde locks wild about his face from how much I was tugging at them.

‘I can’t decide if your tits or your pussy is more delicious. Give me another taste.’

My right nipple got what it’d been waiting for, and I offered the plumpness of it to him.

The other hand buried in his hair as I moaned, arched back, toes canted off the kitchencounter.

I’d never been so open or vulnerable for any man before.

With a growl, he pushed back and divested himself of his clothes.

‘Revealing his fuckin’ beautiful body.

I heaved both hands, now levering me up, thighs apart and trembling as he came closer, one arm on the bench, the other on my tits.

His cock, thick, long, and crowned with jewelry, pulsated for me.

I reached for him, pumping him, while Alessio’s eyes burned on the connection of my hand on his shaft, the veins in his neck jutting from trying to maintain control.

‘Enough woman,’ he growled, pulling my hand away.

He gave himself a quick squeeze at the root of his penis to hold off from cumming too soon.

‘Ready?’ he grunted, eyes half-mast with need as he stepped in and placed his head between my lips, running it over and over until our seeping desire mixed.

It was so sensual I began feeling my orgasm rising from the base of my ass.

‘Now, baby, fuck me now,’ I begged.

He obliged with a smirk, easing into me, his palms anchored on either side of my hips, our eyes on our joining.

‘Fotto,’ he grated, pushing in, widening me impossibly. ‘You’re so tight, I can’t take it.’

I moaned, levering my pelvis up to take more of him. ‘Honey, the way you feel beneath me is addicting. I can’t get enough.’

His mouth lowered to mine, and we kissed as he began to move inside me.

One of his hands lifted to my tit, squeezing,

I reached for his ass and flicked his balls from behind.

It drove him wild, and his groin bucked.

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