Page 91 of Obsessed with Her

But who?

Back at Eleanor's house, I gathered everyone in Madison's stepmother's library and told them about what Nashon concluded. I also called Odin. We have an intricate puzzle on our hands, and no one is better equipped than my cousin to solve it.

"I . . ."

"I need to have you, Serenity, so make a decision, or I'm going to fuck you right now, at the dinner table."

She swallows hard. "I am yours." She repeats what she has already told me several times, and each time, she achieves the same result: she breaks my madness.

I undress her in silence and, kneeling at her feet, pull down her jeans and panties, getting rid of her sandals halfway through.

I stand up, taking a step back. "I want the blouse off. Let me see what's mine."

I barely notice my clothes forming a pile on the floor. Shoes and socks are discarded too. In seconds, I'm naked, needing her,needing to possess my woman, to keep the chaos away from both of us.

I don't care who she is. I don't give a fuck where she came from. Serenity will always be mine.

I lay her down on the table and bring her legs to my shoulders. I kiss the inside of her thighs, feeling the satin skin with my fingertips. I lightly nibble her flesh, marking her with my teeth and tongue.

I knead her breasts with one hand. They are heavy with excitement. I lean over and take one in my mouth, licking and sucking.

I caress her sex, testing the moisture. Her clitoris is hard—my Serenity is crazy with lust.

I grab the sides of her waist and fit into her opening as I take her lips with mine. I slide the swollen head of my cock past her entrance, and she moans. No matter how many times I fuck her, Serenity is deliciously tight.

In one movement, I penetrate her in a deep thrust. She moans loudly, panting.

Her pussy is hot and wet, and I can't resist pounding into her hard. I ride her like an animal, the position allowing me to go very deep.

She is so wet that she soaks my balls every time I enter her body.

I increase the strength and rhythm of my thrusts. "Touch your pussy while I fuck you."

She obeys me, screaming with pleasure, and I thrust hard, without control, hammering into her sex.

Serenity tightens around me, and my cock pulses, swelling, wanting release.

I fuck her relentlessly for several minutes, bite and lick her nipples, and she starts to twitch.

I feel the orgasm approaching, like a powerful avalanche.

I grab her shoulders, levering her, pulling her towards me, pounding into her in an intense rhythm. "This little pussy was born to be fucked by my dick."

I rotate my hips, testing the spots inside her body that give her the most pleasure, teasing her.

I pull almost all the way out and make her welcome me over and over again.

She whimpers, begging to come; I give her what she wants, massaging her tight clit.

"Give me everything, baby."

She arches, calls my name, and swears her love.

I spill myself inside her, filling her with my semen, marking her inside and out.

I fall onto her body, kissing her mouth.

I don't care how many battles I have to fight . . . if I face Satan himself. No one will take her away from me. I will kill any son of a bitch who touches a strand of her hair.

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