Page 86 of Hunted Obsession

She shrugs a shoulder, then spreads her thighs. I slide my gaze between her legs, mesmerized by her cunt. I’ve been inside of her more times than I can count, especially over the last month, but seeing her nakedness will never get old.

Pressing my lips together, I tear my eyes away from her pussy and connect my gaze to hers. “You could have been killed, Lucille,” I state.

“I could have,” she confesses. “But you wouldn’t let that happen.”

“So, you manipulated me.”

Her lips curve up into a smirk. “In a way, but I didn’t force you into buying me or keeping me,” she says.

“Which is exactly what a manipulator would say.”

Moving closer to her, I roll the sleeves of my shirt up and close the rest of the distance between us. Stopping in front of her, I look down my nose and into her eyes. Her head is tipped backward, her eyes on mine.

“I don’t think you mind, Theron.”

The truth is that I don’t. It’s sexy as fuck that she wanted me to herself so fucking bad that she was willing to list herself up for murder on that stupid fucking site. I cup her cheek and run my thumb across her bottom lip, my eyes following the path before I speak.

“I don’t fucking mind, not in the goddamn slightest, and that’s why we’re meant for one another.”

Tilting my head to the side, I slam my lips against hers—hard. My tongue slips inside of her. I need to taste her before Ifuck her mouth. My fingers glide through her center, and I moan at the wetness that greets me.

Breaking the kiss only when I need to breathe, I shift my head backward slightly and look into her eyes as I continue to fuck her with my fingers. She grips the edges of the desk, her nails digging into the wood, and I hope that she leaves marks that I can look at every fucking day. Pressing my thumb against her clit, I lean forward and touch my lips to hers again, but I don’t kiss her. “Come all over my fingers, sweetheart. Show me how much you want to keep me. How much you want to marry me.”

Lucille doesn’t reach for me. She doesn’t pull me closer to her. Instead, she slowly lies back so she’s flat on the desk.

Fuck me.

As much as I want to pull my hand out from between her legs, I don’t. I need her to come on my fingers first before I slide my cock inside of her. I’m not sure I'm going to last long. I continue to move my thumb against her clit and curl my fingers inside of her, and it only takes me a few more seconds until she cries out as her body jerks against my desk.

Fucking gorgeous.

Shoving my pants and underwear down, I reach out and grab hold of her thighs, tugging her to the edge of the desk. At the same time, I thrust my hips forward and bury myself inside of her still pulsing cunt.

Again.

Fucking gorgeous.

Tugging her body toward me, I thrust my hips forward and watch as her tits bounce with each move.

“I own you, Lucille,” I growl.

She reaches forward to wrap her fingers around my forearms. I don’t stop moving hard and fast. I watch as her bodysways with each thrust and pull, using her body to jack my cock, and it’s fucking beautiful.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I can’t take my gaze off her body. I’m lost to myself, lost inside of her, and when she comes, I don’t expect it, and my own orgasm is ripped from my body.

Letting out a gasp, I look into her eyes. She opens her own, and a smile plays on her lips. Burying myself inside of her, I fill her body with my cum and watch as she takes it, takes me. It’s fucking beautiful, just like her.

“You seem pleased with yourself,” I state.

“Pleased in general,” she whispers.

Releasing her leg, I place my hand on the center of her belly and slowly glide it up the middle of her body before I curl my fingers around the front of her throat. Staying inside of her, I lean over her body and touch my lips to hers, but I don’t deepen the kiss.

“You keep something this big from me, you won’t like the outcome,” I grind out against her mouth. “You really won’t like it, and I can guarantee it will not end like this.”

“Okay,” she exhales. “I love you, Theron. I always have.”

Straightening, I keep my fingers firmly wrapped around her throat before I squeeze her there. “I love you, too, Lucille, but this can never happen again. My whole team knew this shit before I did. That makes me look like a fucking idiot.”

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