Page 50 of Bonds of Obsession

He tries to be good, he really does. But with every rock of my hips, every brush of my body against his, I can see his self-control fraying a little more.

“Goddamn…” His hands clench and release, like he’s fighting the urge to grab me and take over. Good fucking luck with that. “Fuck, you feel so good. I need to move faster.”

I lean down, placing my hands on either side of him, and give him a slow, lingering kiss.

“You’re killing me, vicious,” he groans. “Are you always this tight, or is it just because of how much you want this?”

My cheeks flush, but his words only make me wetter. “You know the answer to that.”

“Remind me.” There’s a challenge in his voice that I’m all too happy to meet. His eyes are locked on mine as he waits for my response. I lean down and tease him with a slow roll of my hips.

“It’s you,” I confess. “Always you.”

He groans again, but it’s laced with pleasure this time. “Fuck. I love hearing you say that.”

I can’t deny it. Not when his thick cock is stretching me. Not when his pleasure is written all over his face. “Yes,” I exhale, loving the way his jaw clenches as I finally give him what he wants. “Yours.”

“Goddamn right.” He grits his teeth as his hands clench into fists. “Your tight little pussy gripping me like that… fuck, vicious. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

My body responds to his dirty talk, my nipples hardening as my core clenches around him.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Show me,” he demands. “Play with those hard little nipples. Show me how much you fucking love this.”

I moan softly, my fingers finding my nipples as I squeeze and tug, rolling and pinching gently. I can’t keep my hips still, and he groans in approval, his eyes falling half-shut as he watches me.

“That’s it…fuck,you look so fucking stunning.” He’s panting now, his body straining with effort to stay still, to let me do this at my own pace. “Keep showing off for me. Let me see more. Touch your clit. Make that pussy even wetter for me.”

Right on command, I slide my fingers down my body finding my clit and giving it a slow, teasing rub as I grind against the head of his cock. He’s barely seated in me now, just the tip—just enough for me to massage with each clench and release of my core.

“Ah, fuck.” His eyes drift shut, and he bites his lip as if trying to hold something back. “Feels so damn good. Keep it right there. Just… just like that.”

I might have started out trying to tease him, but I’m the one being tortured right now. My head falls back, and I moan softly as pleasure starts building inside me.

“That’s it, vicious,” he breathes. “Take what you need. Get ready to come all over this cock.”

He raises his hips, thrusting just a little and sending sparks of pleasure right through me, and I feel myself falling apart, piece by piece. I lean down, bracing my hands on his chest, and rock my hips hard, chasing the pleasure that’s right there—so close.

“Yeah, that’s it.” His hands find my hips, guiding me, encouraging me. “Come on. Let me hear you. I want to hear you fall apart for me.”

I’m doing my best to keep my orgasm quiet, but it tears through me so quickly that I can’t hold it back. My core clenches rhythmically around the head of his cock and I ride out the waves of pleasure as they wash over me.

His hips buck beneath me, and his fingers dig into my hips as his eyes squeeze shut. “Fuck, I can feel you…” He trails off with a groan, opening his eyes to stare up at me. “Can feel you coming. I’m not gonna last much longer.”

I don’t want to stop, but my body feels like jelly, and I want to make sure his orgasm is just as earth-shattering as mine was. So I slide off him gently, mindful of his stitches and bandages.

Kneeling between his legs, I lick my lips and take the tip of his cock into my mouth, teasing him with slow, sloppy licks before sliding down to take him deep.

He arches off the bed with a strangled groan and threads his fingers through my hair as I suck him hard. His taste and scent fill my senses, and his low, desperate moans are all the encouragement I need to take him deeper, faster, harder.

It doesn’t take long for his grip on my hair to tighten, and his hips buck hard against me as he comes with a muffled shout, filling my mouth with his release.

He groans and then sighs, his whole body relaxing at once as I swallow with my mouth still wrapped around him. I drag mytongue along his length one last time before lifting my head and offering an exhausted, completely satisfied smile.

I crawl up his body and press my lips to his in a gentle, lingering kiss.

“I’m glad you’re back,” I whisper against his lips.

The words feel inadequate, too simple to capture the chaos of emotions swirling inside me. How can I explain the way my world turned upside down when he was taken? How close I came to breaking when I thought I might lose him? The depth of what I feel terrifies me, so I leave it at that, hoping he understands everything I’m not saying.

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