Page 58 of Brutal Obsession

Just when I thought blowing him couldn’t get any more arousing.

Him thrusting himself into my mouth…punching the back of my throat like a clock, as if he can’t help himself…it’s just like this morning when he used my thighs.

Only better. More intense.

“That’s it.” Cian huffs as he attempts to bury his cock down my throat. “You’re doing so well.”

Of all the things I’ve ever tried to be good at it, why is this the one that makes me the proudest?

I’m so stupid. I’ve always been stupid, trying to be a?—

“Good girl.”

My eyes snap open, and a bolt of pure need slams into me.

How did he do that? He finished my thought and hardened my nipples with the same two words. Is he fucking magic?

Why do I want him to call me that again?

The smooth, tan skin of Cian’s waist captivates me as he screws my mouth.

“Look at me.”

The second I meet his eyes, he groans.

“You gonna swallow?”

I hesitate, then shake my head, not wanting to risk ruining the moment by upchucking all over him.

“How about on your face?”

My clit swells, and I nod.

“Fuuuck.”

Cian unplugs my mouth one second before his body lurches forward and he frosts my face with his come. He splatters across my lips, cheeks, even my forehead and nose. His wild expression and the unhinged noise he releases—somewhere between a growl, a curse, and a shout—are rewards all on their own.

We stay like that for a few minutes while our breathing evens out. His cum drips off my face, like glaze off a hot donut. Drops dot the back of the useless hands folded in my lap.

This has been the weirdest day of my life, and it’s barely half over.

“Pull my shorts up.” His command falls between us, heavy as a paperweight.

I’m so out of it, I do. I drag his shorts up and over his perfect lower half, until his cock is hidden from view, and he once again resembles a fully dressed adult. I don’t look at him. All my nerve has disappeared now that I’ve gotten exactly what I wanted. Him…coming apart all over me.

The satisfaction all throughout my highly aroused body proves that hestillunravels mefar more than I unravel him. This altercation can be summed up as a draw at best, but more realistically, it’s my loss.

Not only did I lose my chance to escape, I let Cian distract me to the point of voluntarily giving him my dignity. I got so carried away that I…gave him a blowjob…at the place where I work.

Maybe I really am the whore he thinks I am.

His fingers gradually release my head and pull me to my feet. Without warning, he shoves his hand under my dress and slides the crotch of my panties to one side.

“Sucking my dick get you this wet?” he growls as he dips a finger through my folds. “Fuck.”

I don’t bother replying. The answer seems self-explanatory.

His thumb moves to my clit. I’m so primed that ten seconds and a few circles later, I go off like a firework.

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