Page 32 of Pucking Obsessed

Themostbeautiful is her coming on my tongue, when my head is buried between her thighs.

I love her so much that it hurts.

Once, love meant pain. But this type of pain is different.

I know that it means I’m giving my everything to this woman.

She’d break me, if she decided that I’m not enough.

I’m not.

I don’t know if she realizes that.

I glance over my shoulder at Robyn’s soapy back, as she lies in the rose scented oil bath. Her damp hair hangs over the side. Her eyes are closed.

Her rendition of “I Will Survive” is heartfelt enough to be a response to the bloody bastards from the meeting.

Or possibly a response to returning to the taxi and discovering that D’Angelo had slipped his jacket over her shoulders not because she was cold but to hide the fact that she’d started her period, while wearing her ivory suit.

Her neck and cheeks flushed. She sank down in her seat.

But then, to my surprise, she laughed. “Did I tell you about the time my periods started? I was swimming in the sea with Code. As soon as we walked onto the beach, the blood ran down my leg. My brother freaked out, screaming to Dad that I’d been bitten by a shark. He grabbed me by the shoulders and started patting me down, trying to find out where I was bleeding out from.”

I chuckled. “I’m keeping that story in my back pocket against all the anecdotes that your brother is sure to sneak out of Dee about me.”

“There aren’t any embarrassing childhood stories about you, surely?” D’Angelo deadpanned.

“Good try, but you’ll have to use harsher torture methods to get them out of me than that.”

“You’d enjoy it too much.”

“I would.” I looked concerned at Robyn, whose expression was tight. “Okay, love?”

“Cramps.”

I gently massaged Robyn’s lower abdomen. “I’ll run you a hot bath, love. What would make you feel better?”

“D’Angelo buying me what I need,” Robyn said with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Then like the brilliant boyfriend that he was, D’Angelo nodded, although he looked terrified like he was being sent to war.

At least Robyn can feel better by getting some enjoyment out of this.

I smile.

She’s fucking beautiful.

Sunlight streams into the room through the open window over the gleaming marble surfaces, blue walls, and the free standing claw bath that stands in the middle.

I often take showers in the spacious, walk-in shower in the corner. I appreciate how spacious it is, when I’m on my knees, using my mouth on D’Angelo. Then afterwards, when he washes me with a loving care that I never expected anyone to show me.

Sometimes, D’Angelo is gentle with me now.

Tender.

Normally, he’s like that with Robyn and not me.

But justsometimes, I see glimpses that he loves more than my tight arse and hot mouth.

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