Page 49 of Obsession

“And here?” This time, he trails his finger down my throat, over my breasts and abdomen until he lands at my sex.

“You already know-”

“Answer me,” he demands.

“No.”

Pleased with himself, he moves his finger low, circling my dark hole through my panties. I swallow hard. “And here?” he asks.

“No.” I shake my head.

A rumbling groan leaves my husband’s lips, and he leans forward, sealing his lips against mine in another heated kiss. “I’m going to take all of those holes.” His voice is so deep, eyes darkening. “I’m going to bring you so much pleasure, you’re going to beg to have me inside of you every night, princess.”

“That’s a lot of talk.” I try to keep my voice even as I sass him, but inside, I’m quivering, waiting for his touch. “Prove it.”

Those words light up his eyes, and before I can take another breath, his mouth is on me, his kiss demanding as I feel his finger pull at the lace of my panties until the material snaps. Andthen he’s moving lower, a trail of wet kisses in his wake until he reaches my pussy.

“You want me to prove it?” He looks up, the sight of his face above my most intimate parts sending a thrill down my spine. “Oh, I’ll prove it.”

He licks me slowly, tauntingly at first. Until my fingers are fisting the sheets and it takes effort for me to not grind against his face. And then he picks up the pace, his tongue working circles over my clit while he brings a finger to my sex. It slips in easily, and I can hear how wet I am as he works the digit in and out.

I think I should be embarrassed by how quickly I let my husband between my legs, but I’m not. I can’t be. Not when pleasure is coiling at the base of my spine, wrapping around my core, threatening to explode any second now. I’m grinding against his face, my fingers wound in his hair.

“Please.” The word flies from my lips, my mind so focused on summing.

“That’s it,” Adrian hums against my pussy. “Come on your husband’s tongue like the dirty girl you are. I want to taste you before I fuck you, princess.”

A rush of ecstasy barrels through me, tearing cries from my throat as my body trembles. And it keeps going as Adrian forces me right back to the edge. Even as I try to pull away, he holds me in place, his tongue lashing over my clit until I’m nothing but a weightless sack of bones, my body a victim of too much pleasure.

“Delicious,” Adrian murmurs, his tongue darting over his lips. “You taste so sweet, princess.”

My skin feels like it’s been set ablaze, every nerve ending lighting up. When Adrian rubs his hands over my body, the feel is electric. And then he strips himself of his dress shirt, and all I can focus on is his beautifully sculpted body. Those morning workouts have turned him into some kind of Greek god. Hispants follow suit, dropping from his waist, exposing his lean and muscular thighs. My husband is a sight to behold.

And then, my eyes focus on his cock bobbing between us.

Fuck no.

It’s long and thick, way too much to fit inside me. I ache just thinking about how his massive member would stretch me out.

“No.” I try to move, but Adrian’s hands are on me, pinning me back onto the bed. “That’s never going to fit-”

“Trust me, princess. I’ll make it fit.” He leans in, his lips taking mine in a dirty kiss. I can taste myself on him. Fingers find my nipples, pinching the tight buds as his tongue invades me. He’s bringing me back to that hazy lust-filled space in my brain. My clit starts to throb, already desperately wanting more, anything this man has to offer.

“I’ll take it slow,” he says softly, and then he lines himself up at my entrance, thrusting inside me as he takes my mouth once more. His kiss is a distraction, but I accept it willingly as he stretches me open. Slowly, he pushes farther, and my breath catches. There’s a moment of pain, something stretching too far, but Adrian kisses me through it, his fingers taunting my nipples. And then he pulls back, pushing in again, and it’s not as bad as the first time.

“How are you doing, baby girl?” he asks, his eyes peering down into mine, studying my reaction.

“Okay,” I whisper. The pain is becoming nothing more than a dull ache, outshadowed by the buzzing need in my core. He thrusts inside me again, and it’s less painful, maybe even good. My husband's eyes are still taking me in, assessing. Making sure I’m not lying. And I’m not. I desperately want more of this, of him.

“Fuck me,” I tell him.

“You dirty girl,” he murmurs, a smile ghosting his lips. “Anything you want, princess.” And then he pulls back, thrustingin harder this time. Leaning back on his thighs, he spreads my legs wide, watching as his cock enters me. “Fuck, that’s beautiful,” he growls.

His fingers rub my clit again, circling over the bundle of nerves while his cock works in and out of me. Eyes closing, my back arches with pleasure, losing myself to the feeling of him filling me completely.

“Open your eyes,” Adrian growls. “I want you to watch me fuck your pretty cunt as you come. I want you to know exactly whose cock is making you feel this way.”

A strangled moan leaves my lips, and I open my eyes, watching my husband as he thrusts inside me. And when I come again, it’s like falling over a cliff into clear blue water. I’m weightless, screaming out God knows what until the pleasure consumes me.

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