Page 90 of Divine Obsession

“So fucking good…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…”

“Yeah?” I asked again, my tone harsher as I pumped rougher in and out of her, my lower abs clapping against her soft pussy.

It was short, fast and mind-blowingly intense.

Natalia had to slap a hand over her mouth as she came, to stop from screaming, and I had to stop from coming inside her, instead pulling out and spilling my cum on her pussy and the inside of her thighs.

Her breathing was heavy and exhausted in my ear although we couldn’t have fucked for longer than a couple minutes.

Lowering her slowly to the ground, I turned her around so her ass pressed into my still-hard cock. My rough palm found its way between her legs, moving back and forth, massaging my cum into her soft skin. Over her sensitive, wet pussy. Between her shaking thighs. Over her lower stomach. Until it was part of her.

Natalia shuddered against me, though made no move to stop me.

Once I was finally done, I pulled her panties from the side, back in place and slapped her ass – almost going feral over the way it bounced from my slap.

As she twisted around, her arms wrapped around my neck pulling me in. I didn’t hesitate to lean down and press my lips to hers, kissing her sloppier than before, and losing my fuckingmind when she reciprocated – my tongue swirling around hers, sucking on it, biting her lip – until she was panting.

“You can’t wipe my cum off until the end of the game. Understood?” I murmured darkly against her lips.

She shuddered when we kept kissing, and a dark, twisted part of me enjoyed the reaction I got out of her.

“Mhm,” She answered once we pulled apart, lifting her chin to meet my gaze.

I stared into her soft eyes – the warm, espresso reaching into my chest and tugging.

There was no turning back now.

Us.

Our desires. Our secrets. Our dangerous game.

I was more than willing to play.

Chapter 21

Present

The parking lot was almost deserted. Shadows stretching long under the flickering street lights. A soft summer night breeze in the air. The distant noise of traffic and tire noise.

My team had gone off to celebrate our win at the after-party, piling into million-dollar cars with loud music and laughter trailing behind them.

I leaned against my black Ferrari, the sleek carbon catching the faint glint of moonlight, arms crossed as I waited. My eyes were fixed on the gym doors, where the last people were making their way out.

There she was.

Natalia lingered just outside the doors, saying goodbye to her cheerleader friends. She was smiling, laughing at something one of them said, but I could tell by the way her eyes darted toward the parking lot that she knew I was here. Probably hoping and praying they wouldn’t notice me.

Finally, the group broke apart, and she turned, starting down towards my car parked in the shadows. Her steps were slower than usual, almost deliberate, like she was still deciding whether this was a good idea.

When she got close enough, I let the corner of my mouth lift in a slow smirk. “Took you long enough.”

Her cheeks flushed slightly, though she rolled her eyes. “I didn’t know I was on a timer.” She stopped a few feet away, arms crossed, like she needed the distance to steady herself. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the after-party? Big win and all?”

I shrugged, pushing off the car and stepping toward her, closing the gap between us. “Not really my scene.”

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