Page 87 of Divine Obsession

I licked, sucked and swallowed until I was sure there’d be no more of my blood on him.

“Can I come in your mouth,amai?”

I pulled away with a slurp, lightly slapping his length on my tongue before dropping my hands completely and staying like that.

A moment passed before he understood, and his hands cupped my face again, stroking gently.

“If it gets too much, tap my leg.”

I hummed in agreement, my tongue still out and the head of his cock pressing against my top lip.

That was my last warning before he deep-throated me.

He wasbig.

I gagged.

I breathed hard when he pulled out.

Then he was fucking my mouth in fast, long thrusts, until I could feel my throat constricting.

I gagged again when he went deeper.

The second time, he snarled – a deep masculine growl sounded in his chest when he cupped the back of my head in his hand, pulling me in as he pushed deep inside my throat.And stayed there.

I swallowed out of instinct, over and over again, as he came in my mouth. My neck bobbed with swallow after swallow while simultaneously gagging on his huge length and the cum spilling down my throat.

The silent, dark room filled with both of our labored breathing.

He pulled out of my mouth slowly, making sure to stop and use his photographic memory when the head of his cock pressed into my swollen lips.

With his palm still cupping my face, he stroked my cheek with his thumb. I leaned into the touch.

“Damn. If I knew you’d be this sweet, I would’ve fucked you sooner.”

I recoiled back.

Before I could slap his hand away, he gripped my chin.

Then he leaned down to my level and kissed me sodeepandslow, forcing his tongue into my mouth – confusing me.

“What I meantis,” With his grip on my neck still, he pulled me up to my feet. “I always get what I want.” He fisted the hem of my mini-skirt, pulling it down – to cover my ass – before doing the same with my top, covering my breasts. “And right now…” His hands settled on my waist, holding me close. “That’syou.”

Chapter 20

Present

The sweet, candy scent of Natalia’s perfume lingered in my head, as if it had twisted and rooted itself so deep into my mind – becoming a part of me; refusing to let go.

The image of her… Messy caramel hair, soft pillowy lips, the pink blush on her cheekbones… It hit me in the chest every time I closed my eyes.

She was a mess last night.

I was worse.

Truth was, I hadn’t wanted the night to end.

For the first time in my life, I wasn’t looking forward to my head hitting my pillow, so I could wake up to a fresh day in the morning.

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