Page 34 of Hunted Obsession

I reach out and touch her knee. Gently, I drag my fingers up her thigh, stopping at the hip where her panties are. I slowly slide my fingers across her lower belly, right above the waistband of her panties. I watch as her stomach muscles flex beneath the soft touch. Then she sucks in a breath and sits up, her eyes wide and her breathing heavy.

“It’s just me,” I murmur.

“Theron?” she asks, her voice full of disbelief.

Instead of responding to her with words, I let out a hum. Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to hers. Her lips part, and I take a moment to slide my tongue inside of her and taste her. She whimpers against my mouth. Breaking the kiss, I move down her jaw, then her throat, before I stop at the top of her tank and lift my head.

Slipping my hands beneath her shirt, I slowly glide them up her warm body, curling my fingers around her breasts and squeezing them before I slide the tank over her head and toss it somewhere on the floor.

Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to her breast, sucking her nipple, swirling my tongue around. She whimpers as her hands fly to my hair. Lucille doesn’t ask me why I’m here. She doesn’t have any questions. She’s here to feel, and I’m here to do the same.

Uncurling her legs, she lifts her hips, and I know she’s taking her panties off. I palm her other tit as I continue to devour the one my lips are wrapped around.

Lucille lifts her hips beneath me, her body searching for more. I want to give it to her, too, but I’m not ready yet. When I release her tit, my hand and mouth switch places. I need to taste all of her.

In that office, fucking her against my desk was great, but I wasn’t able to take my time. I can do that now, and I plan to.

“Theron, touch me,please,” she begs.

Releasing her tit, I lift my head and look up at her. “Sweetheart, Iamtouching you,” I point out.

Her eyes narrow as she looks down at me. “Theron,” she says, her frustration clear.

Chuckling, I clear my throat. “You want me to touch your pussy or eat it?” I ask.

Her breath hitches, her fingers gripping my hair even harder. She tugs my head back slightly, and I let her. I watch as her tongue slides along her bottom lip, and I want nothing more than for my cock to pass past those lips, but I’m trying really fucking hard to focus on her right now.

“What?” I ask when she doesn’t say anything.

“Eat it,” she whispers. “God, please.”

Laughing softly, I dip my head before shifting down her body. I can feel her muscles trembling beneath my touch as my fingers slide down her thighs and throw her knees over my shoulders as I bury my face in her cunt.

Lucille lifts her hips, pulling my head forward at the same time. I slide my tongue through her center and taste her, swirling around her clit. Her thighs fall open even wider. Fuck me, but she tastes amazing. Better than I remembered. I could eat her every day until the day I die and be happy.

LUCILLE

I’m soclose that I could scream. Lifting my hips, I meet his tongue with each swirl, each suck. Whatever he’s doing so masterfully down there, I silently beg for more. When he sucks on my clit, hard, flicking it once, I finally come. It’s all I needed.

I’m not sure how this sound escapes my lips, but it does. It’s almost guttural. My entire body jolts and trembles all at the same time. When I release his hair, Theron turns his head, his mouth touching my inner thigh before he slowly slides up my body.

Without warning, without a breath, he sinks himself deep inside of me. I gasp, and my eyes open as I reach up and grip his shoulders. Sliding one of my hands down his chest, I stop at his pec. Right where his chest tattoo is, but also where his heart is.

I can feel his heart beating against my palm. It sounds as rapid-fire as my own. I love it. I love that I can make him feel this way.

“Theron,” I whisper.

He hums, his eyes opening as he looks down at me. Our gazes connect, and then he smiles. “Lucille,” he rasps.

“I want to ride you,” I breathe.

He groans, and without another word, he rolls onto his back, and I’m astride him, still sitting on his dick. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I look down at him, placing my hands on his chest as I begin to ride him.

He grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. My body begs me to fuck him like a bucking bronco, but I don’t allow myself to give into that yet. Instead, I move slowly. I want to savor this. I didn’t think I would ever have it again. And now that I do, I don’t want to lose it.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to need to move faster, or it’s going to be over too quickly.”

His words are a cute warning, but I know what he’s capable of. My lips curve up into a grin as I watch him from beneath me.Sinking my nails into the flesh of his chest, I continue my slow and easy pace. My aching pace.

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