Page 46 of Red Obsession

“Z–Zion,” she cries out. “Do–don’t stop, don’t stop,” she’s begging over and over again. I can feel her pussy tighten around me. She’s close.

“Not yet,” I growl into her ear, biting her earlobe.

Izel trembles, her fingers yanking my hair, trying to pull me back. I relish in the pain. My truck rocks, but I can’t get enough of her. I slow down, just enough she doesn’t cum without my permission.

“Zion, please.” Her eyes lock onto mine.

And that’s what I need.

“Eyes on me,” I order, and when she moans again without closing her eyes, I tell her. “Cum for me.”

Her body explodes around me, her eyes never leaving mine as we lose ourselves in each other. I cum for longer than I think I ever have. Stars take my vision, as pure bliss takes over Izel. Her lips crash down against mine, and her tongue shoves into my mouth. All I taste is her.

Once I’m sure I’ve emptied myself in her do I ease out of her. Not missing the wince. Carrying her to the bed of the truck, I set her down. Tucking myself into my pants, I grab her pants, and my mask.

Placing my mask beside her, I push her legs open.

“Lean back, Red,” I order.

Doing as I ask, she props herself on her forearms, watching me. My eyes track my cum that slowly drips out of her cunt. Loving the sight, I trace my thumb rubbing our mixed release against her clit.

“Zion…” she whines.

“Yes Red?” I ask, my eyes flicking up to hers.

“I–I’m sensitive.”

“Hmmm…” Pulling away from her, I hold my thumb to her mouth. “Suck.”

Opening her mouth, she sucks my thumb into her mouth. “Good girl,” I praise.

Her eyes flare, heat rising in them. Smirking, I pull my thumb from her mouth.

“You like that?” I ask, as I grab her pants, beginning to pull them up her leg.

Izel nods, lifting her ass from the tailgate. Helping her into her pants I grab her chin dragging her face to mine.

“You’re mine too, Red,” I try to warn, and I’m rewarded with a wide grin.

She’s mine.

14

Zion

Themomentwestepinside my bedroom Izel leans against the door before her voice breaks through. “Does this change things between us?” Izel asks, twirling the end of her shirt in her hand. Turning around, I drag the mask over my head and carefully place it in the top drawer of the side table. No longer needing to hide my face from her. It’s an odd feeling, but for Izel I can change.

“What do you mean?” I question, slowly turning towards her. Izel wrings her hands together, something I notice she does when she’s nervous.

Izel narrows her eyes at me. “What does this mean for us?” Walking further into the room.

Cocking my head to the side, I decide to play dumb. The moment I decide this, I realize it probably is not the best choice because Izel picks up the remote from the dresser and chucks it at my head. I barely dodge it before she’s marching towards me. Shoving hard against my chest, I let her move me until I’m sitting on the bed.

“You’re not stupid, Zion,” she hisses. “You know what I’m talking about. I know I’m a lot to deal with. We’ve gone over this, many times. But I’m a very jealous person. I don’t get along with other girls. I like you, which means I hate knowing other girls are looking at you. I hate knowing they’re better than me. I get attached quickly, and I’m over sensitive. I might not show it. But you found me crying in the shower. I’m irrational, and I make stories up in my head. I need to know everything, I have to. So, tell me, tell me what’s going on between us.” Izel huffs, her shoulders falling as though she’s unsure of what she just said.

And being the asshole that I am, I don’t say anything. I keep my hands at my sides on the bed, emotionless as I watch almost every type of emotion cross over her face.

Yet neither of us move, both at a standstill to see who will move first. And knowing how stubborn Izel is, she won’t back down.

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