Page 90 of Pucking Obsessed

He pulls my hand away from my mouth. “I fucking love you.”

Then he kisses me, hard, filthy, and perfect.

I let D’Angelo dominate the kiss, too overwhelmed to do more than open my mouth, as he fucks me with his tongue.

Then D’Angelo pulls back to study me. “Feel good?”

My words are slurred, but I manage, “You bloody bit myballs.”

“Whose balls?”

“Yours.”

D’Angelo smirks. “Rating out of ten?”

“Pain seven. How bloody amazing it felt? Nine.”

D’Angelo looks satisfied. “How about getting your pleasure to ten?”

I smile, nodding.

Then I let out a surprised gasp, as D’Angelo grabs me by the shoulders in order to turn and slam me against the wall. I only just catch myself with my hands in time.

It does something funny to my stomach every time he treats me that dominantly.

Water drips into my eyes. All I can see through the mist anyway is the damp wall.

The small space heightens the intensity.

I moan at the sensation of D’Angelo’s hand, as it clamps around the back of my neck, holding me firmly in place.

“Keep the correct position.” He kicks my legs wider apart. “Give me your ass.”

I struggle to hollow my back and rest on my arms.

D’Angelo’s breath is hot on the back of my neck. It feels like electric sparks down my spine, as he runs his hand all the way down to just above my arse.

Then he slowly parts my arse to trace down my crack.

I startle, when I realize that his fingers are wet with more than water.

When the bloody hell did he get water based lube ready?

And where from?

D’Angelo planned this.

D’Angelo teases over my hole. It makes my nerves sing at every pass of his tormenting fingers.

I push my arse out further for him, begging without words.

He rewards me with one finger pushed inside to prep me, in and then out.

“Do you know that I was imagining being inside you all practice?” D’Angelo slowly adds a second finger, scissoring them. My eyelashes flutter, and he’s back to slowly stretching me out again. “I was thinking about how much I wanted to be inside this tight ass. How incredible you were going to feel — like you were made to be my fleshlight.”

“Oh, fuck.” I groan.

If he keeps talking like that, then I’m going to come untouched.

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