Page 96 of King of Obsession

His thick fingers moved lower, past my tummy mound, through the tiny nest on my pelvis, slipping in between my pussy lips.

I died and went to heaven.

Rotating into his nape, I lifted my thigh to give him all access.

‘Oh Dio, I’m so wet,’ I groaned.

He growled, thrusting a finger inside me, working me, exploring my folds with a tenderness that brought a sheen of mist to my eyes.

Gazing down at where his hands played in and over me, I held onto his neck and shoulders for dear life, hissing at the ecstasy, keening for more.

‘Alessio, baby.’

I tried turning his face to mine for a kiss, but he pulled away. ‘Only your pleasure today, carissima,’ he rasped, his timbre rumbling through his chest from behind.

I was so caged, so protected in his grasp.

His focused attention flamed me more as water poured over us, slicking over my skin, soaking his gym pants, and pooling at our feet.

Still, he stroked, then slid two more fingers inside my slippery lips, deep into my cunt.

His other hand, banded around my back, twisted to cup my breast, tweaking, squeezing, rolling my nipple, driving me wild.

I arched my vertebrae as his lean, long digits fucked me, his thumb twisting my clit in rotations of unending, unceasing bliss.

I bucked my hips, pushing against his hand, wanting him deeper,

‘Alessio,’ I breathed, thighs shaking, waist swirling so lost in chasing the stratospheric high I sensed was coming with him.

His eyes smoldered, tongue between his lips as he gave me the most delight I’d ever experienced.

The tingle in the back of my spine spread out into a wave over my back and legs. Then, with a burst, concentrated at where his thumb and fingers slicked over me, I exploded.

Bucking with such wild abandon, his arm had to tighten to keep me from slipping.

I was taut, tight as a wire, as he worked me, my entire body convulsing for him, on him. His cock thudded through his pants, a scorching length against my inner thigh, driving me even more savage.

‘Die on me, mia sola,’ he growled.

I did, falling slack into his embrace, limbs aching from the tautness of arching so hard, panting even as I came down.

He pushed me up and on him, tits on his wet chest, eyesclosed, my face buried in his nape.

He rinsed me off, his hands stroking over me, until one hand slipped between us, a finger reached beneath my chin and tilted my face to his.

I blushed as unbidden words spilled from my lips. ‘Was that pathetic? Was I a desperate slut?’

He rumbled, ‘Cleo, cara, I won’t have you talk about yourself like this. You were wild, you were fire, and you were the best non fuck I’ve ever had. I can’t wait to undo you, make you scream with my cock in you.’

I let out a sigh, chest heaving, biting my lip.

Imagining.

‘I want every drop of you.’

He huffed, eyes crinkling with pleasure at my greed for him.

Eyes flaming, he growled, ‘Woman,’ reaching for the shower gel.

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