Page 44 of The Dark Obsession

“Just a moment of weakness.” I breathe, barely able to keep my voice steady.

“You sure about that, baby?” He bites my shoulder, making me yelp in surprise at the sting.

“Y-yes.” I whimper.

“I can still feel your come seeping onto my cock when I close my eyes.” Tyson’s other hand palms my hip possessively, kneading the flesh before slipping his fingers slightly below the waistband of my leggings, making my thighs clench in anticipation.

“Are you trying to tell me that if I touch you, your panties won’t be soaked for me?”

He cups me through the thin material of my underwear, feeling the evidence of my arousal.

“Fuck. You’re drenched, little one.” The man growls, pulling my panties to the side before tracing the seam of my pussy.

“So fucking wet. Is this all for me?”

I can’t hold back the whine that bursts out of me at his words.

“Tell me!” He slaps my cunt, making me jerk back against his hard chest.

“Yes...” I pant breathlessly, wanting more of what he’s doing to my body.So much more.

I can’t form a single coherent thought, yet all I know is that I don’t want him to stop what he started.

“That’s my good girl.” My insides melt at the praise whispered straight into my ear.

“Say you want this.” Running two fingers along my slit, he spreads me open, making me suck in a sharp breath as his thumb brushes over my clit.

“D-don’t…“ My body quivers under his touch. Before I can shake my head, his large hand circles my throat, holding me in place as his rough fingers collar my neck.

“Let’s try that again, little one.” He gives me a warning squeeze.

“Stop holding back!” Tyson’s voice turns lethal when I remain silent. “Admit you want me or I’ll stop.”

I shouldn’t crave this as much as I do, but resisting him seems outright impossible.

“P-please…“ I cry before he can pull his hands away, depriving me of his touch.

“Please, what?” With a snarl he ever so slowly strokes my clit, making me ache for more.

“Don’t stop...” I breathe, grinding my pelvis against his palm, desperately needing him to continue.

“Why?” Tyson teases my entrance, drawing precise, little circles around the tight opening.

“B-because… I want you!”

“Fuck.” He groans, sinking one thick finger inside, stretching me like I’ve never been stretched before.

Continuing to work my swollen nub, he lets me adjust for a moment before adding another one.

The feeling of being this full utterly overwhelming me.

In and out. He moves with slow, intentional strokes, making my head fall back against his chest with my nails clawing at his forearms.

“That feel good, baby?” The man growls over my breathy moans, my body twitching with every thrust, writhing in the waves of pleasure.

Desperate for more, for this feeling to never end, I rock my hips into him with a small whine.

Tyson’s reaction is immediate as he curls his fingers against my g-spot, making me turn limp in his arms.

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