Page 64 of Pucking Obsessed

Maybe that leaves me open to being used and abused. But Robyn and D’Angelo aren’t like that.

I’m strong enough to understand and fight for my own needs and desires. And right now, those are to mouth and kiss over the front of this thong.

Robyn whines.

I smile against the lacy material. I wish that I could shove it aside and lick deep into Robyn’s pussy to show her what I can truly do with my tongue. But I’ll have to wait until Monday for that.

Instead, I suck the material into my mouth. Then I lick around its edges, teasing at her skin.

Robyn’s thighs quiver.

I graze Robyn’s skin with my teeth, then soothe her with kisses. I pull the thong away, letting it snap back. Then I pull it aside with my fingers just enough to reveal her clit.

Fuck, I love every part of her gorgeous body.

My hair brushes against Robyn’s skin. I take her clit lightly between my teeth, teasing it. Then I kiss it, desperately.

I look up at Robyn through my eyelashes.

She’s still kissing my twin. But she’s looking down atme.

Her gaze is scorching.

I’m kissing her clit like I’m kissing her lips.

Robyn has her three men worshiping her body in a contest.

Who’s she going to choose?

Pick me.

I kiss Robyn now, light and feathered, over and over.

D’Angelo kisses down her leg toward her foot.

Robyn’s eyes widen.

D’Angelo is standing in his half-opened shirt with his tie hanging around his neck. He never normally looks this disheveled.

Seeing this dominant man kissing herfootin a way that’s not even slightly submissive, but rather like a claiming of every inch of her body, is a revelation.

It’s also an offering.

She’ll never choose me.

I look back at Robyn, expecting her to be transfixed by D’Angelo.

To my shock, however, she’s still looking atme.

Plus, it’s with a tenderness that makes me tighten my hold on her hips and kiss her with a new fervor, hoping that she feels the depth of my love.

My obsession.

She’s everything.

It only takes one more brush of my cock against the covers for me to come.

I don’t come because of the smell of her cunt, which I love, or the taste of her clit.

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