Page 49 of Brutal Obsession

He’s going to fuck me now, I realize with a start of fear and exhilaration.

I can’t see what he’s doing. The weapon below his hemline is obscured by my still-twitching thighs, but when the velvety head brushes my hamstrings, anticipation swells in my chest.

Cian’s about to nail me to this mattress, and escape plan or no escape plan, I want him to. I want this like I’ve never wanted anything or anyone, yet I’m so terrified, I press my eyes shut.

But Cian knows how to make them fly open. He shoves his cock between my thighs, which are still wet with the orgasm he wrung out of me. When I dare a glance at his face, all the smugness has disappeared. Cian’s lost in the rushing rapids of lust, his perfect mouth hanging open as he thrusts his shaft between my closed legs.

Not inside me, but close. Close enough for every stroke to hit the most sensitive part of me.

The friction seems to do it for him too.

“Cross your legs.” Cian’s voice roughens with the same hunger thundering inside me.

My ankles cross at his command, like they have a will of their own.

His giant forearm curls around my overlapped knees, holding my legs tight as he thrusts harder and faster through my slick thighs.

“Fuck,” Cian curses as his cock charges toward my heaving middle. Watching the crown pump between the skin of my legs is pornographic for more reasons than I can articulate, even if I weren’t high on the lust the sensation gives me.

Cian’s groans echo into my bones. I’ve never been so aroused or seen someone so aroused as Cian is while using me like a sex toy.

And he’s not even inside me.

The excitement Cian’s body elicits in mine, this pulse-pounding high people scale mountains and jump out of planes for… Incredible isn’t the right word.

This isimpossible, the way a second orgasm coils tighter.

I’m about to come again just from this.

Cian’s fingertips dig into the bare skin of my thigh. I want his fingertips everywhere. He screws his cock deeper, somehow shoving between my thighs and striking my clit with every single stroke.

We moan in a harmony that would’ve embarrassed me on any other day with any other person. I don’t know why, but I’m not afraid to be my dirtiest with Cian. I’m only afraid to lose myself in the danger zone of his magnetic pull.

“You gonna come again?”

“Y-yes,” I gasp, as he grinds the tip of his dick against me.

“Then do it. Now.”

With a cry and one final thrust, the pressure explodes. Contractions hit me in prolonged waves, and I ride them out until they finally disappear.

When my eyes flutter open, he’s staring with a rapt expression. “What?”

“You’re beautiful when you let go like that,” he husks in an oddly hoarse voice.

Heat rises to my cheeks. I have no clue how to respond to that, but I can’t say I don’t like it.

“My turn. You want me to come for you?” Cian begins pumping again, slapping the back of my thighs with the force of his hips as he drills into the tight gap.

I nod, delirious obedience taking me over.

“Tell me where.”

“I…” The second word doesn’t come out because Cian thrusts his cock so deep through the folds, he almost slips that humongous thing through my entrance. “I want you to…”

“Yeah?”

I lick my lips and blurt it out. “Come all over me.”

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