Page 73 of Brutal Obsession

And then Cian begins to breach me with his huge dick, and the world becomes new. My lungs seize as my body stretches to accommodate his size.

“Relax, honey.”

I think I might pass out when he reaches around to stroke my clit while wedging another few inches inside me. My muscles ease as pleasure builds.

“Yeah, just like that. Damn, you feel amazing.” A few more circles of his thumb, and he slams all the way home.

I gasp. Holy shit. I never even knew my vagina went that deep.

He retracts and then slides in again, groaning. “You’re so fucking tight.”

A second later, one of his palms slaps the wall beside my hand. Cian’s bracing himself for what comes next. Too bad there’s no way for me to do the same. There’s no way to prepare for the pleasure, the decibel of it, as Cian slowly drags his cock out, murmuring my name, and rams it back in.

My moans devolve into hot, feverish babbling.

“Please,” tumbles from my lips approximately a hundred times. “God, yes.”

“Fuck, Harper.”

“T-there, rightthere?—”

Hard and staccato, Cian pounds into my body with such strength and force that every thrust—anythrust—could take me out. Still, the orgasm catches me by surprise. I’ve never come this way before, with a man inside me, but hot damn, I’ve been missing out.

I feel myself milk Cian’s dick as his fingers dig into my hips. “Holy fuck,” he wheezes.

My legs are shaking so badly, I’d fall if it weren’t for the iron grip he’s got on my waist, locking me in place.

The steady rhythm of his deep, overpowering strokes echoes through the bathroom, as do our mutual cries of ecstasy. He changes angles, shoves one hand back between my legs, and suddenly, that tension starts to coil again. Less than two minutes later, I go off again.

No matter how I convulse or shake, Cian won’t stop fucking me.

This is the most powerful thing I’ve ever experienced.

Sweaty and wet at the same time.

Dirty and clean at the same moment.

Cold, hot, sore, aching, burning, overflowing.

I don’t know how I’ll ever live without it now that I know what it’s like to be with him.

Before this, I thought sexual pleasure had a limit. And whatever limit I thought there was, this experience has blown so far past it…it’s like Cian’s broken the sound barrier of my body, shifted my tectonic plates.

“Can I?” Cian’s gruff voice rakes down my spine. “I’m clean.”

“Yes.” I gasp for breath, never before so thankful for my IUD. “Come inside me. Please.”

“Fuck.” At my plea, Cian plunges inside me so far, I see stars. Once, twice, and then I orgasm a third time, hard enough to leave my body for a few seconds. My mouth drops open, and I think my soul slips out.

This time, as my pussy spasms and bucks around his dick, Cian stops driving. With his final thrust, he swells inside me and grinds his pelvis into my ass. He shudders against me, both hands slapping the tiled wall. All twenty of our fingers splay out, side by side, as he fills me up.

Cian’s hunches over my back while we both pant.

Sensation has left my legs. I’m about to fall asleep in this position when Cian catches me around the waist and straightens us both. I’m not sure I can walk, but I am sure that Cian’s got me.

Everything morphs into a strange, pretty dream. Cian holds me like I’m a precious gem. He washes my limbs with soap and water, cleaning me one caress at a time. I’m so close to collapse from pleasure-fueled exhaustion, I don’t even have the energy to question why he’s treating me like some kind of queen.

When Cian’s washed us both, he lifts me out of the shower and gently towels me dry. He dries my hair with the motel’s blow dryer, gently combing his fingers through the tresses.

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