Page 30 of Dangerous Obsession

“Then bottoms up!” I go to fill her drink but she holds her hand over it, not allowing herself to have more.

“This is enough.” She eyes me, and I shrug it off as if it’s no big deal. So she’s trying to get me drunk while she herself remains completely sober. Then she should be eating a lot more food.

“Suit yourself.” I set the bottle down and finish my meal, then my second glass of wine. Then I serve myself a slice of pie.

Willow continues to eat miniscule bites, but she does finish her glass of wine. When her speech starts to slur I know whatever she’s put in the drink is taking effect. I assume it’s some sort of pain med or her sleeping pills. I bought her some when we first got here because she complained she couldn’t sleep. The longer I sit here watching her the more obvious it is that she intended to drug me.

“You okay?” I ask, snickering.

“I’m just fine,” she slurs, smirking at me. “You okay?” Dropping her fork onto her plate, she plants her hands on the table and pushes herself up. She sways a little, more proof she’s intoxicated off of one glass of wine.

I lean back in my chair and rub my stomach. The food was actually really delicious and my belly is full and happy like a fat baby ready for a nap. So I breathe in a deep breath and sigh contently, and she walks around the table and starts rubbing my shoulders. I hide a smirk, just waiting until she figures out she’s drunk the wrong glass, but she continues to rub my shoulders, then leans over me pressing her tits on my back as she whispers in my ear.

“I’m feeling frisky.”

“Yeah?” I ask her as her hands roam down my chest. It’s no wonder she’s frisky. She’s high on something.

“Yeah, and I want to sit on your face while you shove your fist in my pussy.”

I’m instantly hard and ready to go. “Sounds like you need some dessert,” I say, turning over my shoulder. She’s standing behind me, her hands resting on my shoulders.

“I want you to taste me,” she says firmly, licking her lips.

I unbutton my pants and slide my zipper down. Pulling my cock out, I wrap my hand around it and stroke slowly. “I want to taste you too.”

She smiles and climbs onto the table, pushing all the dishes aside. A few plates clatter to the ground and she jumps and giggles but opens her legs and pulls her skirt up. “Then get to work.” I can see from this angle that her panties are soaked, something I really like to see. I stroke myself just thinking of how delicious that will feel when I slide into her little pussy and feel her grip me with her strong muscles. She's going to be so pissed when she wakes up, but she's throwing herself at me and I'm not letting this moment pass by without taking advantage of it.

"Here on the table?" I ask her as she pushes her panties aside and dips her fingers into her own juices. She brings them to my lips and I suck them clean.

"Yeah, why not... Unless you want me bent over the counter. " Willow's words are more slurred than ever. If I don't fuck her now, she'll pass out. And there's no fun in that. I reach up under her skirt and shimmy her panties down and pull them off, then spread her legs, planting one on each chair on either side of me. "Eat me, Leo."

I waste no time leaning forward. My tongue licks her lips and she moans, leaning back on her hands. She watches me, for a moment then her face turns up to the ceiling as I lick her sex. My tongue runs over her lips and folds, my mouth covering her clit as I gently suck. Her hands lace through my hair and pull it hard until it hurts, but I don't back off. I stroke my dick hard and push a few fingers into her.

"God, more," she begs, grinding against me as I fuck her. I obey her command, sliding another finger in. "More..." she pants, pulling on my hair. I slide a third finger in, then a fourth, my tongue flicking her clit as I fuck her with my hand. She moans louder, her hips bucking against my face. She's really going to have me do it. She really wants my fucking fist, doesn't she?

I growl against her nub and she shudders. "More, Leo... do it."

"You want it. Don't you?" I ask her, my hand teasing her lips. She moans and nods. "Say it."

"I want it." she moans.

"Louder, Willow."

"I want it! I want your fist in my pussy, Leo!" She's looking at me with those gorgeous, pleading eyes of hers, her body tense and ready. I push my hand into her, filling her with one thrust. I feel her lips stretch, her walls gripping me tightly. Her head falls back and she moans loudly as I thrust into her.

My other hand goes to her hips to steady her as she bucks against me. Her moans go straight to my dick and I can feel myself getting really close. Watching her take my fist is so hot I can't control myself. She's so fucking sexy. I press my mouth against her nub, sucking hard. Her walls tighten around me and I groan. I growl as I thrust into her, over and over, nipping on her.

I feel my balls tighten and draw up. I'm going to dump my fucking load all over this kitchen. I feel her come hard, her sex gripping my hand like a vice. Her pussy is like a vice. Little innocent virgin Willow isn't as innocent as I thought she was. I can't stop my own orgasm. I feel my dick pulse and my cum spurts out, covering her thighs and my hand, dripping to the floor. She's still shuddering as I pump my fist into her, slowing my strokes on my cock. The sticky, thick ejaculate gets chunky. That'll be a bitch to clean up.

I push her legs up, spreading them wide. I lean down and lick her pussy clean, licking my cum from her flesh. She tastes like heaven, her cum dripping down to her ass and I lick it too. I stand up between her legs and put my dick in front of her mouth. She opens for me, like a good little girl. She sucks me off hard, bobbing her head over my dick.

he's still moaning and sucking me when I pull my dick out of her mouth. I fall back into the chair, breathing hard. I'm covered in sweat and cum, my hand sticky with it.

She's still on the table when I look over at her. She's licking her lips, trying to get the last of my cum out of her mouth. She's so fucking sexy. I grab her and pull her into my lap, kissing her hard. She can barely sit upright now, the drug taking hold of her.

"I think it's time to sleep, Willow."

She whines, and sways, and she almost falls off my lap, so I stand and sling her over my shoulder, carrying her up to her bed. She's too high to leave her alone, so after washing my hand, and cleaning her thighs with a wash rag, I climb in bed with her and hold her. My mind wanders to Willow’s sense of adventure and I grin against her back as I pull her hard against my body.

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