Page 44 of His Coveted Obsession

“No coming,” I ordered. “It belongs to me.”

“God… Yes. But it’s going to be so hard. You’re hitting my hot spot perfectly. I’m… holding it back.”

Pleased I was fucking him right, I pushed myself harder.

Whimpers and slaps filled the air as Thomas’s earthy arousal hit my nose, a scent I was already addicted to. I took a deep breath of his pureness—pure like him, and nothing like me. Thomas was a bundle of innocence, naïveté, sweetness, with a hint of salaciousness. The hint was strong enough to lure me and keep me tethered.

My body thrummed with electricity and heat. The pressure pulsed as if all my neurons were firing their synapses at once. Then came my release, filling me with arousal, relief, and the eventual annoyance that it was over already because orgasming was always too short.

I thrust and thrust, milking it for as long as I could until I ran dry and started getting soft.

Now I needed to consume Thomas. Pleasing him pleased me, but I wanted to swallow his cum to make him a part of me just like I made myself a part of him.

“Roll over.”

He instantly did as he was told—my perfectly obedient specimen.

His cock was flushed red after holding it all in for me. His face was also flushed, and he was breathing hard with his eyes slammed shut and his mouth slightly open. If that wasn’t a look of desperation and need, I didn’t know what was.

“I’m going to make you come now.”

A whimper slipped out of him. “Thank god. Holding it in wassohard.”

I grinned, taking pleasure in his suffering just to make me happy. He would do anything for me. Thomas was perfection.

I spread his legs and leaned forward to swallow him down, the burst of salty earthiness hitting my tongue. He cried out and arched his back, nearly making me gag. I firmly pressed a hand down on his pelvis to hold him steady, and bobbed my head, watching him, only able to see his chin with his head thrown back.

I popped off him and growled. “Head against the armrest. I need to watch you.”

He scooted back, and once I could see him again, I continued sucking on him.

I allowed him to run his fingers through my hair and gently pump into my mouth. When I dragged my tongue under the crown, he cried out again and tugged on my hair even tighter.

It didn’t take long for the hot spurts to hit my mouth. I gathered it all until he finished, then I popped off and swallowed the thick stickiness all down.

I leaned forward, hovering over him, his blue eyes glazed over and his mouth slack as he heaved breaths. “So good,” he panted.

“I’ve marked you.”

He grinned languidly, his eyes still closed. “You sure did.”

“And you’ve marked me.”

“We are one, then.”

“Yes. One day we’ll unite by blood.”

His eyes popped open, and his brows rose. “Ah… not sure if I can deal with that kind of pain.”

“I have two family members who are united by blood. That’s what I want. I won’t hurt you. Not like what they do to each other. Something small.”

“O-okay. If that’s what you want.”

“Don’t you?”

He smiled sleepily. “I would love to unite with you.”

Thomas then reached for my face, gently placing his hand on my cheek. “I would love to unite with you because I love you. Is it too soon to say that? It’s too soon.” He bit his bottom lip with uncertain eyes, waiting for my answer, but he didn’t shy away from me.

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