Page 29 of His Ruthless Obsession

I slow my pace, gentling my touch as I guide her through her orgasm, drawing out every wave of pleasure. When she finally stills, her body limp and sated, I press a soft kiss to her inner thigh before standing up, a satisfied smirk on my face.

"Good girl," I murmur, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "Now, what do you say?"

Her eyes flutter open, her gaze meeting mine, a mix of contentment and confusion in her expression. "I say... it's your turn."

I laugh, a deep, genuine sound. This woman never ceases to surprise me. And fuck if I don't love it.

I slide a hand across her jaw, thrusting my thumb into her mouth. She eagerly sucks it, making my aching cock jerk in my pants. "As good as that mouth probably is," I say, my voice a low growl as I pull my hand from her mouth to squeeze her breast, "I want your cunt, Jazz. Do you want to fuck me?"

Her eyes widen slightly, but there's no shock, only desire. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer, her lips crashing against mine. "Yes," she breathes into the kiss, her voice a husky whisper. "Please, Nerio. I want you to fill me."

I don't waste time. I scoop her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist. The pain in my ribs is a distant throb, overshadowed by the pounding need coursing through me.

I carry her to the couch, setting her down gently before sitting and pulling her onto my lap. "Show me how bad you want it, little dove."

Jazz straddles me, her hips beginning to move in a slow, tantalizing rhythm. She grinds against me, the heat and wetness of her seeping through the fabric of my pants. Her eyes never leave mine, her lips parted, breath coming in short gasps.

I groan, my hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements. "That's it, Jazz. Get me wet. Show me how much you want this cock."

She leans in, her lips brushing against mine, her voice a soft whimper. "I want it so bad, Nerio. Please..."

I lift my hips, pressing against her. "Take it then," I command, my voice rough. "Take what you want."

She reaches down, her fingers fumbling with my belt, then the button of my pants. I lift up slightly, helping her slide them down just enough. Her hand wraps around my cock, and I hiss at the contact, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

She guides me to her entrance, her eyes locked onto mine. Slowly, she sinks down, her breath hitching as I fill her completely. "God, Nerio..." Her voice is a mix of pleasure and pain, her body adjusting to my size.

I grip her hips tighter, my thumbs tracing circles on her skin. "You feel so fucking good, Jazz. So tight. So eager."

She begins to move, her hips rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Her eyes flutter closed, her head tilting back slightly. "Yes," she breathes. "Yes, Nerio. Please..."

I watch her, my gaze tracing every line of her body, every movement. She's so compliant, so eager to please. And I love it. I love making her beg and then rewarding her for it. I love the power, the control, the way she surrenders to me completely.

Jazz rides me with abandon, her body moving in a rhythm that's wild and uninhibited. I grip her hips, digging my fingers into her soft flesh, guiding her movements as she grinds against me. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, and I capture one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, drawing out a gasp from deep within her.

"God, Nerio..." Her voice is ragged, her breath coming in sharp pants. She throws her head back, her curls cascading down her shoulders, her body glistening with sweat. She's a vision of pure, unadulterated passion, and I can't get enough.

I switch to her other breast, my tongue circling her nipple, teasing it to a hard peak. She moans, her hips moving faster, her body chasing the high only I can give her. I thrust up into her, meeting her stroke for stroke, driving myself deeper, harder.

"You feel so fucking good, Jazz." My voice is a growl, my body tensing with the effort to hold back. "You're so tight, so wet. You're driving me crazy."

She leans forward, her hands braced on my shoulders, her eyes locked onto mine. "It was worth it," she breathes, eyes shining with pure ecstasy. "It was so fucking worth the wait to have your cock in me." She rolls her hips, grinding against me, and I swear I see stars.

I grip her hips tighter, my fingers pressing into her flesh, leaving marks. I want to mark her, claim her, make her mine in every way possible. I thrust up into her, again and again, each stroke more powerful than the last. She matches my pace, her body moving in sync with mine, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Come on, Jazz," I command, my voice rough with need. "Let me hear you scream."

She throws her head back, her body convulsing as she comes undone. A scream rips from her throat, raw and primal, a sound that I could listen to forever. I feel her clenching around me, her body pulsing with pleasure, and it's enough to send me over the edge.

I grip her hips, holding her still as I thrust up into her, once, twice, three times, before finding my own release. A groan tears from my throat, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm. I hold her close, my arms wrapped around her, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths mingling as we come down from the high.

Her forehead rests against mine, her eyes closed, her breath coming in soft pants. "Oh my God, Nerio," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

I press a soft kiss to her lips, silencing her words. "I know, little dove," I murmur. "I know."

This girl has fucking ruined me.

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