Page 58 of Obsession

Driving deeper, I nudged her back against the mirror, pressing my cheek to hers so that I could hear every delicious sound she made. Every ragged inhale, those desperate little whimpers, the moans that broke from her throat like she simply couldn’t contain them anymore. A quick nip of her lower lip had her eyes opening again, her lids lifting slowly as if it was too difficult for her to raise them.

“I want you to watch me fuck you. Eyes on mine the whole time, or I stop.”

She nodded and I rewarded her by slipping another finger into her, tilting her hips back so I could have more access. I worked her hard, so crazed to get inside her that I didn’t worry about finesse. She needed to come, so I could feel her do it again around my dick—even if it was with that damnable piece of latex between us. The harder I flexed my hand, the deeper she dug hernails into my forearm. I’d wear her branding too now, amidst my ink.

Pity it wouldn’t last.

When her quivering around my fingers turned into a full-fledged shudder, I caught her moan with my mouth. I couldn’t help it. Tasting the hit of caffeine and sugar on her tongue from her soda while she drenched my palm made me dizzy.

I couldn’t get enough. I sucked on her tongue even as her clenching pussy pulled at my fingers. Tight, hot, relentless.

Before she’d even finished coming, I drew my hand away and grabbed the condom she’d given me. Thank God for not-so-small favors. I undid my pants the rest of the way and tugged out my length. Slowly, I slicked the latex on my erection with fingers that were still wet from her, allowing her to see the streaks of dampness on my flesh.

I wanted her to suck them off my cock, to taste us mixed together, but it couldn’t happen. Not here, where she would have to kneel on a floor too many other feet had trod upon.

The vestibule had been different. It was cleaned spotless on a nightly basis because it was the first thing people saw upon entering the building. But a bathroom…something about it seemed sordid, and not in an erotic way.

If I hadn’t been so incensed to have her, I never would’ve taken her there.

Next time, it would be different.

Even as the declaration registered, I cut it off. There would be nonext time.

There couldn’t be. There shouldn’t even have beenthistime, never mind another.

“Please,” she breathed, and I gripped my cock, shaking off the thoughts that had no place taking root.

I cupped my hand around her hip, hauling her closer so I could take another longer sip from her mouth. She woundherself around me, and I rubbed the head against her pussy, absorbing the noises she made like air.

The relief that came from knowing she was nearly as desperate as I was, made me too rough with her as I tilted her toward me and slammed home. So rough that she cried out and I couldn’t even try to stifle the sound.

Then she was tugging apart buttons on my shirt to get to my skin, her movements jerky and uncoordinated. She didn’t bother with my tie this time and instead went upward from the bottom. Halfway up, she stopped and gripped my sides, digging in and yanking me toward her so that I bottomed out inside of her snug pussy.

So fucking deep.

I groaned and she pressed her face to my throat, licking my Adam’s apple and making my balls tighten to the point of pain. Damn, she felt good. Every place where our skin made contact felt like heaven.

I couldn’t get deep enough this way, but I needed to see her face as I fucked her. Watching her in the mirror wouldn’t be enough. I had to know this same crazy thing was happening to her too, that I wasn’t caught up in it alone.

I’d been alone for too goddamn long.

Cupping her face, I pressed my lips to hers and reveled in the sensation of her gripping me inside and out. The bite of her nails, the suction of her pussy. She surrounded me in warmth, in something I strained toward even as I knew I shouldn’t allow myself to get this close. I usually fucked women bent over something, facing away from me. Not always, but I definitely didn’t seek out intimacy.

Part of why I loved to watch was because then no one was watching me.

“Blake.” Her saying my name sounded like a benediction. Not Mr. Carson. Notsir. In this space, I was Blake.

And she was Grace.

I owed her that, the honesty of saying her name. Even if it burned my throat as I rasped it against her temple. “Grace.” When she shook around me, her walls fisting me one last time before she let go, I said it again as my hips battered hers.

I didn’t even have to think about fucking her now. It had become automatic. “Come for me now, Grace.”

She buried her face in my chest, and I pressed my mouth against her hair, absorbing the smell of lilacs and the equally arousing scent of us, together. I’d never imagined doing anything like this in the company I’d built, and now I’d done it twice.

With her.Onlywith her.

She clamped down on me, vising tight, and I muffled my shout into her hair as I followed her and emptied myself into the condom. She wasn’t the only one shuddering. I was too. I only realized it when her soft voice cut through the fog in my head and the feeling of her small hands curling around my waist finally broke through the haze.

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