Page 29 of Imprisoned Obsession

By then, I’m drowning in the rich taste. I curl my tongue, collecting the intoxicating ambrosia and swallowing the luscious juices.

There’s no doubt that I’m a sick brute.

My lips find her neglected clit and suck on the swollen bud as I press a thick finger into her small hole. The spongy muscles coil around the digit and hotly pulse against it.

She wants me to fuck her.

I teeth her clit and listen to her cry my name. I fuck her with another finger, spreading my fingers and relishing the juices trickling down my knuckles.

My darling is soaked. It’s a shame I can’t fuck her tonight. I need to do something before I take her virginity and let her tight pussy suck the cum out of my fat cock.

She begins to snivel and writhes impatiently. Her body seeks her release, and I would be greedy to not let her experience it. It’s not fair that I get to relish her pussy while she can’t cum.

Pressing my fingers together, I aim harshly for a softer and spongier spot in her drenched cunt. My tongue flicks her clit, and I suck cruelly; the vibration of my voice tips her writhing body into a frenzied thrashing.

She sobs at the tremors originating from her melted bones. Her pussy gushes, and I swallow the drops of sweetness as the aftershock flows through her limp body.

I give her pussy a crude lick and close my lips around her clit for one more suck. Willa begs me to stop, the sensitivity is too much for her.

We must work on her pathetic stamina.

I begrudgingly leave her drenched pussy and climb over her shuddering form. Tears had fallen, and her lips are still trembling. She flushes deeply when her eyes meet mine.

“Was I too rough, darling?” I whisper into her lips.

She can taste herself as she pants shakily. “No…”

“Do you want more?”

Willa shyly avoids my kiss with a hesitant nod. My heart wrenches in my ribs, pounding with violent impulses as a smile crawls onto my face.

“Soon, darling.”

She’s going to get every inch of my meaty cock as I shatter her dignity.

Chapter Seven

Willa

Waking up in his arms after what happened last night is beyond embarrassing. My body tingles when Elio innocently touches me, and I still taste myself on his lips as he kisses me.

I’m conflicted, so much so that I think about locking myself in his grand bathroom. I remember I’m a reluctant prisoner to his loving devotion, and I truly don’t have any choice but to accept him.

I had let his sweet attention blindside me, and I fell into his bed with my legs promiscuously open for him.

I wonder how long he’s planning to continue doing this, keeping me with him, and pulling strings to steer me in a hurtful direction. It’s clear as day that it’s wrong for me to blindly let him control me, but I’ve tried to put a stop to it.

Nothing has worked. It’s even worse when he looks so disappointed if I say “no” to something I know isn’t good for me. He does things that benefit him, and he’s not secretive about it.

I’m coming to terms with letting him sleep next to me, cuddled to his big chest, and barricaded by his burly arms around my body.

I managed to fall asleep from exhaustion. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to with his hot, throbbing, very thick cock pressed against my ass.

Would I have wanted to go further?

I think, from the bottom of my heart, that I would have let him take my virginity.

I wasn’t wet initially, not even close when he had his hand around my neck. But the raw intensity running wild in his amber eyes made me restless for more.

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