Page 14 of Dangerous Obsession

“Don’t stop.” He pushes my head back down and I continue sucking his cock, getting used to the taste and the feeling. My pussy throbs and I feel juices between my legs. I press my thighs together and squeeze. "Oh god, suck it." His hand rests on my head, pushing me down, and his hips begin rising up. He thrusts into my mouth; I'm not prepared for it either. Each time his dick pushes into my throat I gag.

“Fuck, Willow,” he grunts.

My pussy is so wet. I’m going to come. I’m going to come from sucking his cock. It’s so wrong, but I can’t help it. I want Leo. I want him to fuck me and make me come and come and come. I manage to pull my mouth away for a moment. “Leo,” I whimper, and my body tightens as he forces my head back down, my mouth swallowing him in. I don’t know what’s happening. I shudder and feel like my body is being ripped apart.

“Willow,” Leo cries, and I can feel his cock jerk and his come fill my mouth. I swallow, having no idea what I’m doing, but I keep taking him into my mouth and swallowing a few times until he pulls my head off his dick.

“Fuck,” he says, pushing me away from his red throbbing cock. I lean back, wondering what's next, because my pussy needs satisfied now. I can feel how soaked these damn gym shorts are. I slip my hand into the elastic waistband and into my panties and touch myself. My clit is hard and soaking in moisture.

"Get up," he orders and as I stand, he tugs the shorts and panties down. I'm not an expert, but I was pretty sure men could only go once. But Leo is still hard, and when he starts stroking himself, I know he wants to fuck me as bad as I want him to fuck me. I straddle him, slowly lowering myself onto his lap and letting his thick girth push into me.

"Holy shit," I groan. My pussy is still tender from the other day, but he feels incredible, already easing the ache I've been feeling. "Woah... so good." I grind on him as he starts thrusting upward.

"Fuck, baby," he groans. "You feel fucking perfect."

“You feel fucking incredible,” I tell him.

“I love your tight little virgin pussy,” he says.

“I love your cock,” I tell him. I’m getting close. My pussy is throbbing around him, and I claw his shoulders. He thrusts faster and drives his dick into me hard. “I’m going to come.”

“Come for me,” he says, his voice strained. “Come on my cock.”

I do. My body feels like it's being ripped apart. My pussy clenches around Leo’s cock, pulsing with each wave of pleasure that hits me. “Fuck me, Leo,” I cry. “Oh, fuck me.” He pulls my hips down and then shoves me back up again. I cry out as his cock slams into me, stretching me.

“Yes,” he says. “So fucking tight.”

I feel his dick twitching inside of me. His body stiffens and he thrusts into me hard and fast a few more times before I feel his cock pulse. He pulls me to him and kisses me as I feel him shooting his load into me. I kiss him back, enjoying this feeling of closeness and... love. It can't be love, but it feels like love.

"Oh, god," I tell him. "That was amazing." I lean back, his dick still buried inside of me. I feel his juices draining from me, probably making a mess inside his boxers, but he doesn’t seem to care.

"That was," he says, and lets out a sigh. "I'm going to be sore tomorrow. I don't think I've come that hard since I was in high school."

I laugh and stand up, realizing I’m a little sore too. I can’t help but have a stupid grin on my face as I turn my back to him and collect my shorts and panties from the floor. What is coming over me? Why am I falling for this man again, after he hurt me, after all that happened? But I am… I can’t help myself. Maybe I am an adrenaline junky and fucking a mobster is how I get off. If so, I never want it to end. His sex is incredible.

9

LEO

Sex with Willow is something I never thought I’d get to enjoy and fuck do I enjoy it. I sit in my chair as she slowly dresses, keeping her back to me, and then proceeds to put the water bottles into the fridge, along with a few other things she bought, and the rest into the cupboards. There isn’t much here for food; the rest will come in the morning. She manages to fix up a pretty decent meal though, quesadillas made with mozzarella cheese, dipped in pasta sauce. It isn’t gourmet but it’s food.

Willow fidgets while she eats. I can’t tell if it’s a personality quirk or if she’s nervous to be around me. We haven’t exactly had any heart to hearts since getting stuck together. It’s been one thing or another. It was never like this before. Talking to her used to be so easy, but it appears conversing now isn’t like riding a bike. I don’t know what to talk about, so I just eat. It’s silent and awkward, and when I’m done I carry my plate to the sink and wash my hands, then retire across the room to the bed, kicking my shoes off but leaving my pants on.

Her eyes follow me, and she stays at her spot and finishes her meal. I watch her stand and carry her plate to the sink too. She’s graceful, feet barely touching the floor. She glides across the room like a figure skater, elegant and beautiful even in my old shorts and t-shirt.

“Hey, bring me some water.” Lying down, I reach my arm above my head and curl it up so I can rest my head. She glances at me and opens the fridge, grabbing a water. When she brings it to me I don’t expect her to do anything but hand it to me, but she climbs onto the bed and lays down next to me, draping an arm and a leg over me.

“I missed you.” The shift to this docile, tender woman is jarring. This is the Willow I remember, calm, quiet, meek, and loving. This is why my father said she’d make me soft, because compassion isn’t something that comes in great quantities within my bloodline. I’m not opposed to this tenderness, but the years and my life experiences have made me something rigid and inflexible.

“I longed for you, but I can honestly say I never missed you.” I crack the water and have a sip, then replace the cap and hold it in one hand while I wrap the other around her. Her hair hangs in her face, and I curl a few strands behind her ear as she looks up at me. The color really doesn’t suit her, but soon it will wash out and those chestnut strands will return.

“Because you were following me?” Her question is innocent. I told her I tracked her in an effort to watch out for her. She was upset when she learned that, but my intentions were always pure.

“Yes, well, because I was closer than you ever knew, only an arm’s reach away at times.” I pulled more hair out of her eyes and spoke quietly. “You are mine, Willow. You may have just been a kid, or barely more than a kid, when we met, but I was every bit of the man I am today. I knew what I wanted and I protected it. I’ll always protect it.”

Her neck cranes up to look at me and she rises up, propping herself on one elbow. She draws circles around my chest with a single finger, lightly touching the key around my neck. I can see the confusion on her face, or maybe it’s frustration. “So you stalked me?” Her brow furrows and she looks down at the invisible line she is tracing across my skin. “Like, meddling in my life?”

I chuckle. “Yeah, I guess so. We’re together again. Was it worth it?” I sigh contently. I have what I want, though I will have to fight with every breath in my lungs to keep my position in the family if I want to have her, and I may end up losing it all in the end anyway.

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