Page 71 of Darling Obsession

“But I’m not going to,” he mutters, dragging his luscious, hot lips along my neck. His tongue caresses my ear, and I shiver.

My clit throbs incessantly.

“I want to feel you come, from the inside out, while I fuck you. I want you to climax on my hard cock because you love the feel of me inside you. You’re going to come all over my dick like the good girl I know you really are, sweet Quinn.”

I’m sobbing now, the feeling is so exquisite. So raw and hot. So excruciating, as he drags his cockhead through my swollen lips, then pounds into me, again and again.

“Tell me now,” he growls softly into my ear. “Tell me you want to come for me.”

“Yes. I—I want to come. Sir.”

“For me,” he growls.

“For you,” I gasp.

“It’s nice when you call me sir,” he murmurs. “But I prefer my name. Say it.”

“Harlan,” I choke out.

He squeezes my throat, gently. “Now beg me. Beg for release, pretty girl.”

“Yes,” I gasp, shuddering as his hips keep ramming, forcing me higher and higher. His swollen cock inside me… The friction of the bedspread against my clit… His hand wrapped around my throat.

“Yes, what?” he demands.

“Yes.Please. Harlan.I want to come.”

He chuckles softly, with satisfaction. “You’re going to, sweet girl. You’re going to come so hard. But not until I allow it.”

Oh, fuck.

Heat is coiling tight between my legs. Pleasure surges in my core, even as I try to hold it back. To delay the inevitable. To make it last…

“I can’t,” I choke out. “I can’t stop…”

“Shh. You will. Not yet, baby. You’re going to hold it until I say.”

Oh, no. My pussy clenches around his dick when he speaks like that. It just fuels me higher.

Maybe I am a bad girl.

“Shh,” he murmurs again, and I realize I’m getting louder, practically screaming with each thrust.

He slows his pace again, fucking into me deep, but so slow, as if that will calm me down.

It does not.

“Quiet now,” he says, but he’s gloating again.

Heat expands through my chest.

I gasp for air, trying to calm down. I’m hyperventilating.

“That’s a good girl. You’re not going to come until?—”

“God. Harlan! I can’t…” I squirm and buck, tears running down my cheeks now.

“Did you just interrupt me, darling?” he whispers hotly in my ear.

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