Page 41 of Unholy Obsession

Her chest heaves against mine as I reach down and unbutton and unzip my pants to finally free my aching shaft. I roll the condom down its length and allow it to hover, hard and hot, against her inner thigh.

Another of those simmering moans escapes her throat.

She glares at me with a combination of fury and desperate lust, and I almost bust the condom right then and there.

“You fucking cocky, twisted bastard.” Her green eyes burn with fire. “Please let me ride this giant monster cock of yours so I don’t die of horniness.”

Then she grins like the devil herself and leans in to whisper in my ear, “But just know,I’ve had bigger.”

My body responds to all that sheis.

A woman to finally match me.

I groan in abandon and thrust forward.

SEVENTEEN

MOIRA

Oh fuck,it’s good.

Why does it have to be so good?

I was really hoping that having such a big tool would mean his weird cocky ego was fronting for inadequacy.

But nope.

He does this slow-scoop-thrust-thing that hits spots I didn’t even know Ihad.

Oh,God,that’s good.

I arch into his body.

He spanks me again, and it’sjustright. The bottom of my jiggling ass cheek bounces right to my pussy, and I clench around him inside me.

Which makes his fingers flex on my ass, his cock buck deeper inside me, and his top lip twitch. Like a dangerous, furious Elvis.

Fuck, how does he make that hot?

I come.

I grab a fistful of his hair, my hips thrusting back and thenbuckingforward against him with the seizure-like orgasm that rocks my body.

His hand lifts, caging my face with clenched fingers, but somehow, he’s careful only to gently caress my cheek at the same time.

I lift my eyes as pained agony washes over his face before, for the most fleeting of moments, something like pure, undilutedhappinessreplaces it.

Then my shoulders rear back with the next wave of the world’s single most intense double orgasm.

EIGHTEEN

Weeks Later

MOIRA

I bounceinto the women’s shelter where I regularly volunteer—or used to, anyway—forcing myself to keep the energy up. Marci hasn’t been taking my calls. She might’ve even blocked my number. But Bane and I have been talking about how I need to start showing up for my life again. Getting back out in the world.Doingthings.

Because the training with him has been going well. Really… um…well. I’ve been staying at his place, and when he’s not working, he’s training me, and god, it’sawfuland boring but also, randomly the most exciting time in my life. If that makes any sense at all? I live for our once-a-day reward fucks when I do well.

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