Page 75 of His Ruthless Obsession

I tower over her, a smirk playing on my lips. "Let everyone see, little dove. Let the whole fucking city know who owns you."

Her mouth opens, an invitation, and I weave my fingers into her hair, gripping tightly. I push into her mouth, a groan escaping me as her warmth envelops me. She looks up, her deep brown eyes watering slightly, but she takes me, inch by inch.

"That's it, Jazz," I growl, starting a rhythm, slow at first, then faster, deeper. She lets me use her, her hands resting on my thighs, her nails digging into my flesh. I love how she submits, how she gives herself over to me completely.

I thrust into her mouth, my grip on her hair tightening. "Everyone's watching, little dove. They see you on your knees, taking me like a good girl." I hear her choke slightly, but she doesn't pull back. She takes it, takes me.

I pick up the pace, my hips moving faster, my breath coming in sharp pants. "They see how much you want it, Jazz. How much you want me." I pull her head back slightly, then thrust forward, hitting the back of her throat. She gags, but her eyes... fuck, her eyes are filled with desire.

I'm close, so fucking close. But not yet. I want to draw this out, make her wait, make her beg. I pull out of her mouth suddenly, my cock glistening with her saliva. She looks up at me, confused, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Not yet, little dove," I say, my voice rough.

I step back, a cruel smile playing on my lips as I watch her, kneeling there, her body trembling with need. I reach down, cupping her chin in my hand, forcing her to look at me. "I want to see you pumped full of cum the first time I finish inside my fiancée."

I pull Jazz up, turning her to face the glass half-wall. The city sprawls out before us, a blanket of lights and secrets. I pushher legs apart with my foot, a silent command that she obeys, spreading wide for me. Her palms press against the cool glass, her breath fogging up the surface.

"Stay just like that," I growl, my voice low and commanding. I trail my fingers down her spine, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. When I reach her ass, I give it a firm squeeze before sliding my hand between her legs.

She's soaking wet, her arousal coating my fingers as I slide two inside her. She gasps, her back arching as I begin to pump in and out, my fingers curling to hit that spot deep inside her.

"You're dripping, little dove," I groan, my voice thick with desire. "Is this all for me?"

She nods, her breath coming in quick pants. "Yes...all for you, Nerio."

I pick up the pace, my fingers moving faster, deeper. She moans, her hips moving in sync with my hand. I can feel her tightening around me, her body begging for release. But I'm not ready to give it to her just yet.

"Not so fast, Jazz," I say, my voice a low rumble. I slow my movements, bringing her to the edge but not letting her fall over. She whimpers, her body trembling with need.

"Please, Nerio," she begs, her voice a desperate whisper. "Please, I need you."

I smirk, leaning in to kiss her shoulder. "Need what, little dove? Say it."

She hesitates, her breath hitching. "I need your cock. Please, Nerio. Fuck me."

I growl, satisfaction coursing through me. I pull my fingers out, gripping her hips and jerking them back so she's bent over, her ass pressing against me. I position myself at her entrance, feeling her heat, her wetness.

"Is this what you want, Jazz?" I ask, my voice barely more than a growl.

She nods, her voice a desperate plea. "Yes, Nerio. Please."

I slam into her, filling her completely. She cries out, her hands pressing harder against the glass. I begin to move, my hips thrusting, my cock sliding in and out of her.

The city watches as I claim her, as I make her mine. But I don't give a fuck about the city. All I care about is Jazz, her body, her pleasure, her surrender.

I grip Jazz's hips, thrusting deep into her, each stroke harder and more demanding than the last. The cool glass of the terrace wall mists with her hurried breaths, her fingers splayed against it, desperate for leverage. The city sprawls out before us, oblivious to what we're engaged in.

"You feel that, little dove?" I growl, my arm snaking around her chest, pinning her to me. "Every fucking inch of me inside you."

She gasps, her back arching as she presses against me. "Yes... Nerio... yes."

My hand slides down her stomach, finding the sensitive nub nestled between her folds. I circle it, teasing, driving her wild. She squirms, her breath hitching as I apply pressure, my fingers moving in sync with my thrusts.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," I groan, my voice ragged. "You like it when I fuck you like this, don't you? Dirty and rough."

She nods, her head falling back onto my shoulder. "Yes...oh God, yes."

I quicken the pace, my hips slamming against her ass, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing around us. Sweat beads on my forehead, my breath coming in quick pants. Her body trembles, her muscles clenching around me, drawing me deeper.

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