Page 71 of Red Obsession

“When don’t you?”

“You’re on a roll with these jokes, Zion.” Rolling her eyes at me, she says, “It’s a question, but also a request. I want to go with you on a hunt.”

Snapping my head back, I furrow my brows, confused. “A hunt?”

“Yes, you haven’t done any contracts since we’ve been here. Well, that one. But I know you haven’t because we’re here, and well I want to go with you on one.”

“Why?”

She’s right. I haven’t taken a job because they’ve been here. For a few different reasons though. I can’t fathom leaving them alone, and without knowing who is after her and Gabriel, I don’t want to leave the chance of them being found. Sure, my house is secluded, but weirder shit has happened. I have no idea who I’m up against, and before I figure it out, I’m not going to leave them alone. Especially not her.

“I don’t have an answer. I just, I have this feeling inside me. I need to see you, the real you. Not this picture you’ve painted. I want to see The Butcher.”

“You have seen me.”

“No, I’ve seen you kill when someone was coming after me. But I haven’t seen you, you. Sure, you killed one guy in that club, but it was quick.”

“Does my girl have a thirst for blood?” I mumble, dragging her mouth down to mine. I shouldn’t even be toying with the idea of bringing her. I shouldn’t, but the thrill. The idea that she wants to see all of me. Zion, the guy who has feelings, the guy who wants to do better. And then The Butcher, the one who has no remorse, who doesn’t give a shit about anyone.

“You’d be playing a dangerous game, Red.”

“I don’t beg for much, but I’m begging you, Zion. Take me, let me see him.”

I shouldn’t, I know I’ll regret it deep down. But I’m nodding my head before I know better. “I’ll look and find one that’s not too dangerous.”

“Really, dang I thought I was going to have to convince you or something. That was a lot easier than I thought.”

“I’ll do anything you ask; all you have to do is tell me.” Gripping her chin, I tilt her face up and claim her lips. Her mouth instantly opens, allowing me to move my tongue along the inside of her mouth.

My cock twitches, my body straining for the need to rip her pants down and fuck her in the snow. Though that won’t feel good for either of us.

“Zion,” Izel moans against my lips. Her hands drop to my zipper, unbuttoning my pants. Pulling her hand away, she licks her palm before shoving it down my pants and wrapping those delicate fingers around my cock.

“Fuck.” I hiss, biting down on her lip. Izel works my cock over, our mouths clashing together, devouring each other. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to cum all over your hand,” I warn, silently begging her to keep going. My dirty girl smiles against my lips and moves her hand faster.

“Shhhhitttt.” I groan, spilling my cum into her hand. Pulling her hand from my pants, I watch in awe as she licks my cum from her palm. When her mouth goes to wrap around a cum-soaked finger I stop her.

“Wha–” I cut her off when I suck all four fingers into my mouth, tasting myself. “Mmmm, tastes much better on your skin,” I murmur around her fingers. “Knees,” I order.

Izel listens. Pleased to see her on her knees, I hold my cock to her lips. Still hard and wanting her mouth wrapped around me, she sucks the sensitive tip into her mouth. Her sleek fingers cup my balls, pulling them almost to the point of pain that I thrust into her mouth. Izel gags, causing me to rear back before thrusting to the back of her throat again.

“Take this cock like a good slut.” Sliding my cock through her lips, my hands grab her head. “You’re going to let me fuck your face, aren’t you?”

Izel mumbles around me.

“Relax your throat,” I order. The moment she does I thrust harder and harder.

She’s addicting, my obsession that I can’t shake. I want to fill her with my cum. I want her full of me, so full she begs me to stop. I want her to struggle.

“Does it turn you on knowing they can see us…” I smile when her eyes widen, her head trying to pull back. Gripping the back of her head, I continue my punishment to her mouth. “I bet you’re wet and needy.” My body ignites and I’m moments from spilling into her mouth. “I’m going to cum, and you’re going to swallow every. Last. Drop. Be a good girl for me,” I encourage her. Thrusting my hips once more, I hit the back of her throat just as jets of cum shoot down, pouring down her throat. Even if she doesn’t want to swallow, I give her no choice with my cock being shoved so far down.

“Hmmm.” Pulling from her mouth, Izel gasps for air. Hands grip my thighs, calming her breathing down. Tucking myself away, I wait for her to finally look up.

Bending down, I lift while her legs wrap awkwardly around my waist. Staring at her with complete awe, I can’t stop myself, smashing our lips together once more. I devour her mouth, pouring my love and hoping she understands.

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