Page 60 of Red Obsession

Holding her ass with one of my hands, I swipe the kitchen island with the other. Papers and cups scatter across the floor. I can hear glass break somewhere.

“Zio–” I cut her off, not giving her a choice as I lay her down on the island. Pulling her soaked sundress off, I drag her panties down her legs and pocket them.

I don’t give her time as I flatten my tongue against her pussy, groaning as I suck her clit into my mouth. Devouring my meal, I suck and lick. My tongue pushes into her opening.

“Oh, Zion,” Izel moans. Her hands grip my hair, slowly bucking her hips up against my mouth.

Gripping her ass, I throw her legs over my shoulders. Pulling back, my eyes land on her other hole. I’ve been a dying man, not wanting to push her but needing to claim that part of her. The only part I know no one has had.

I need to savor this moment. Ever so slowly, I pull her cheek apart. Izel squeals as I blow air on her hole, seeing it pucker before I dive in. Pressing my tongue against her ass, Izel fists my hair. I expect her to yank my head away, but when she tries to drag me closer. I lose it.

“Zion, oh, oh, God.”

“Who’s your God?” I ask, smacking her ass hard.

Izel grunts, losing herself as I give her my all. I can die a happy man now. Tasting Izel, smelling her wet pussy, dripping onto my nose.

In a moment I pull back. Izel starts to protest before I flip her onto her stomach. Yanking her hips back, I bend once more, with her ass at eye level.

“I asked you a question, Red,” I growl, working my pants and boxer briefs off. “Don’t make me ask twice.”

With her on her hands and knees, I climb up onto the island behind her.

The moment Izel mumbles, “You are.” I slam into her, listening as she screams. Almost losing control, I stop my movement. Her hands grip the side of the island.

“Tell me something, Izel,” I groan, pulling almost all the way out until just the tip is laying in her opening. “You still think I don’t love you?” I ask.

Izel shakes her head, glancing back at me over her shoulder.

Slamming into her heat, Izel screams, throwing her head back. I grip the back of her head, tangling my fingers into her hair. Yanking her head back, our eyes meet, only causing us both to lose ourselves, me thrusting into her, Izel pushing her ass back into me.

God, I love her too fucking much. I don’t know how I’ve gone so long without her in my life. I want to be everything for her, her best friend, her lover, the shoulder she cries on. I want everything with her.

She’s it for me.

One hand on her hip, I remove my other from her head and wrap it around her throat. Dragging her body up, her back flush against my chest, I bite down on her earlobe.

“You’re not answering me again, Red,” I growl.

“I–I, Zion,” she moans out, her hands gripping my arm.

“I want to hear it. I want to hear you scream, beg. I want you to fucking beg me to come, Izel. Beg me.”

I swear her pussy gushes at my words, clutching around me. She’s strangling my cock, making me lose my mind. She’s tight and, fuck, she is everything.

“I love you.” I kiss the side of her neck, my hand gripping her chin before shoving three fingers into her mouth. Izel gags, causing me to groan. “I love you. I love you,” I repeat over and over again.

This might have started with us just fucking, but now this feels closer to making love. My movements slow, not wanting to cum just yet. I want to stay here, in this moment, in her for the rest of my life.

“I love you, Izel.” I smack her tit, before dragging my hand down her stomach searching out her clit. The moment I touch her, Izel cums. Her voice gargles as she tries catching air but is unable to because of my hand.

“I love you,” I repeat. “Now be a good girl for me and cum again.”

Fucking her relentlessly, I don’t let up. I’m more determined to make sure she knows this isn’t just a fling, and that my love for her is truly endless.

“Who owns you?”

“Fu–you… you do, Zion.” She gasps, digging her nails into my arm that's holding her neck.

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