Page 49 of Red Obsession

“I do.” I try to hide my groan. No one’s ever ran their fingers through my chest hair and now I can’t imagine Izel not doing it.

“Do you have color tattoos?” she asks, as she begins tracing along the snake that sets on my left peck, “I think this one.” She thumbs across my left nipple, where the snake crosses my nipple. “Are you going to answer me?” she smirks.

“Only one, but the other two are black and gray,” I finally answer her.

Izel hums as she continues to trace along my chest tattoo leading to my shoulders and up my neck. I get lost in the feeling of her soft, delicate fingers tracing over my skin. Feeling her warmth against me. I never want her to stop, and don’t know how I went so long without her touching me. I’m like a drug addict who needs their next fix, and Izel is the only drug I want or need.

“Did you mean what you said?” she asks, daring to look at me finally.

“I said a lot.” I’m not sure what she’s referring to. The part of me being hers or wanting to kill everyone that’s hurt her.

“Zion,” Izel whines, tilting her head to the side. “You know what I’m talking about.”

Grabbing her hips, I lift her up before slamming her down onto my length. Both of us groan, and Izel’s eyes widen at my actions. Her hips buck on their own accord, and I smile, keeping my hands on her hips, pushing, and pulling her back and forth.

“Zion.” She pouts. Nonetheless, she moves her hips with my hands. “Are you mine?” she moans.

Ignoring her, I grind my hips harder. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” Reaching up I flick her nipple before twisting. Izel’s eyes fly open, her hand flying to her mouth as she screams.

Ripping her hands from her mouth, I pull her forward until we’re chest to chest. Pulling her arms behind her back, I hold her arms while her face lays into my neck. “You don’t get to muffle your screams for me.” Thrusting up, Izel moans, her breathing ragged. “I want you to scream for me, let everyone know who you belong to. Because make no mistake, Izel,you’re fucking mine.”

And I don’t let up. I pound up into her, feeling her breast pressed against my chest, her ass jiggling uncontrollably as my cock pounds into her wet cunt. And when she cums, I don’t let up. Izel tries to wiggle her arms loose, only I wrap my hand around both her wrists. Using my other hand, I smack her ass hard. Knowing I left a handprint, I do it again and again.

“ZION!” she screams. I smack her ass again, and I can feel the warmth on her skin. “Ow!” she yells, twisting her body trying to get away from me.

“Such a dirty girl,” I murmur, my hips moving on their own accord. I can’t stop thrusting up, my movements doing their own thing.

Rolling our bodies, I grip her hands above her head, while my other hand wraps around her throat. I grind and thrust into her. “Mine,” I growl at her.

“You’re fucking mine, Izel.” Tightening my hand around her throat, her eyes widen, her nails digging into my hand, and I’m sure she’s drawing blood. Only it’s turning me on, along with the sight of her breasts bouncing along with the teeth marks on her skin. I lose control. Reaching my mouth down I latch onto her nipple and bite. Breaking skin, metallic flavor fills my mouth. Izel cums, her mouth gaping open as she tries to scream.

She shakes, barely breathing as I continue working myself into her. Unable to stop. Pushing her towards her limits, I groan, licking her nipple before letting her throat go.

Izel gasps, trying to suck in much needed oxygen. Letting go of her hands, she immediately reaches for my face. I let her cup my cheek, and she drags my face down slamming our lips together.

“You’re mine,” she tells me before biting down on my bottom lip. I can feel the skin break before she sucks my lip into her mouth. “Mine,” she repeats. Her legs wrap around my waist, locking us together.

“I’m going to cum,” I warn. I expect her to unwrap her legs, shove me away. Only instead she tightens her legs. “Cum for me, Pup.” She bites down on my lip again, and I can’t hold it anymore.

I explode inside her, and she doesn’t let up on biting and sucking my lip. Even when my hips stop moving, and my body gives up. I have half a thought before I roll us, my cock still lodged inside her.

“You’ve came inside me twice,” Izel mumbles into my neck.

Humming my agreement, I realize she’s the only one I’ve fucked without a condom, and I’ll never go back. Izel’s warm pussy against my bare cock is heaven and it will stay that way.

“I’m not on birth control.”

“Okay,” I whisper, closing my eyes. Izel chuckles, pressing herself closer to my chest. Slowly I can feel her head lift off my head and then a moment later my eyelids are being peeled open. Izel’s face is directly in front of mine, her eyes bouncing between mine.

“Okay?” she repeats. “That’s all you have to say after I tell you I’m not on birth control and that you’ve came inside me twice now.”

I hear the words she’s saying. I know they’re important, but I don’t seem to care. The idea of her being pregnant with my baby is turning me on, and that’s an odd feeling, a very odd feeling. And I feel like I should be freaking out, going to the store, and buying that plan B shit, but instead my arms tighten around her back, my cock twitching inside her.

“We can make it a third time.” I smile.

Izel frowns, her hand grabbing my hair and pulling it back. My neck is exposed to her, and she latches onto the side, kissing and sucking. I moan as she grinds her hips, my cock that is still hard inside her, begging her to keep going.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Red,” I growl, my hand gripping her hips in a bruising form.

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