Page 64 of Red Obsession

Realizing she hasn’t said anything, I stand up so I’m towering over her. My hand latches around her neck. “You’re doubting me.” It’s a statement. Because that’s what Izel does, she makes things up in her head until she believes them.

“Hm, I don’t know,” she says, dragging her hands to my biceps. “I just, I’m sorry. I don’t know why, why I make things up. I don't. I don’t even know what I’m saying.” She lets out a heavy sigh, her hands dropping from my arms, and I see the defect. My girl went so long without affection, without someone besides her brother telling her that they love her.

“Tell me what you need, pretty girl.” Cupping her cheek, I wait patiently for Izel to tell me what she needs from me. I’ll give her anything, I don’t care what it is.

“Just love me,” she finally whispers.

“I already do, Red.” I smile.

“No,” she says, shaking her head. I open my mouth to protest when she stops me. “No, make love to me, show me you love me,” she begs and I’m at her mercy. “Love me rough, just…” Tears gather in her eyes. I don’t like the sight of her crying.

“On your knees.” Fisting the back of her head, she falls to her knees immediately. My cock lengthens in pure sight of her on her knees for me. Her hands grab my thighs, and I don’t even have to tell her to open her mouth.

“Hands behind your back,” I grunt. My hand wraps around the base of my cock, precum dripping from my tip. The moment her hands are around her back, I’m tugging her awaiting mouth on my cock. I groan as I hit the back of her throat, and she gags. Tears fall from her eyes, yet I don’t let up.

This is what she wants. She wants me to be rough, to fuck the love into her. So that’s what I plan to do.

I thrust into her mouth. “Fucking choke,” I demand, and on queue she does. Her throat contracts around my length and I nearly cum on the spot.

“I own you, Izel, you hear me. I fucking own you.” My voice is rough. I barely recognize myself. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

Keeping up a slow pace, Izel nods around me, spit spilling down on her chin. It’s a glorious sight. Izel’s perfect mouth wraps around my cock. Gripping her hair tighter she hisses, trying to wiggle herself back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I growl. Shoving my cock back into her mouth, Izel releases her hands from behind her back. Gripping my thighs, she drags her nails down them, drawing blood. The sight sends me into a frenzy and my thrusting becomes sloppy.

“Such a good little whore,” I murmur. Dragging my hand from the back of her head, I place my finger into her mouth beside my cock pulling her lip back. “Whose whore, are you?”

Izel mumbles around me, pulling back as she gasps for air. “I’m yours,” she wheezes, her eyes locked onto mine. “I’m your whore.”

“Yes, you are,”I coo.

Izel’s tongue peaks out, running it against her bottom lip before she drags it between her teeth. The way her doe eyes are pinning me with that seductive look, I’m losing my mind. Reaching down, I hike her body up against mine, her legs wrapping around my waist.

Popping one of her pink pebbled nipples into my mouth, I suck. Izel throws her head back moaning as she wraps her hands around the back of my head.

“I love you,” I exclaim. “I love you.” Popping off her tits, my hands squeeze her glorious ass, spreading my fingers. I inch them forward until her warm wet pussy swallows one of my fingers.

“Zion,” she begs. Moving my finger in and out of her pussy, I walk us to the bedroom.

Lying down, Izel straddles my thighs, her eyes darting down to my hard and painful cock. Grabbing her throat, her eyes widen yet the need is there.

“Lean up,” I order. Grabbing the base of my cock I tilt it towards the opening of her cunt. “Lean down.”

Ever so slowly, her cunt engulfs me, letting out a low growl. Holy fucking fuckkkkkkk. She’s so tight, so warm, and so fucking mine. Her hands brace against my chest as she slowly lifts up and then lowers herself again.

“Suck,” I tell her, holding one of my fingers to her mouth. She does as I tell her, making my finger a nice dripping mess. Pulling my hand back, I keep the other wrapped around her neck as I reach around until my finger presses against her asshole.

“Zion,” Izel gasps. Circling my finger against her hole, I wait to see if she’s going to protest. Only when she gives me a small smile and her eyes start rolling back do I press my finger a little harder until it slips past that overly tight ring of muscle. Izel’s pussy strangles my cock as my finger presses inside before she clamps her hands onto my chest, and she cums.

“Does my girl like my fingers up her ass?”

“Yes,” she breathes out.

“Yes, you do. But only my fingers, right? Right, because you’re fucking mine. Mine, Izel. This is my ass; this is my cunt I’m fucking. All fucking mine.” I plunge two fingers into her ass, thrusting my hips up.

“Yes, yes yours,” she yells.

“That’s right, all fucking mine. Soon my cock is going to be in this ass.”

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