Page 60 of His Coveted Obsession

I craned my head to look back at him, watching him pour oil into his hand, his pants and underwear already around his ankles, his cock as hard as mine.

He slicked his length, wiped his hands on some paper towels, and gripped my hips, his thumbs spreading my cheeks.

“Bend forward.”

I slid down and stuck my ass out for him. It was going to sting, but I’d adjust. I loved how he was so desperate for me that we had to do it right then and there.

He made me feel so wanted. Any fears he’d leave me disappeared as soon as he pressed the tip of his cock into my hole, eased it in, and slammed home.

My back arched, and I bore down, allowing me to adapt faster, but I had to bite back the pain with a stifled groan. I loved the way he filled me up and stretched me. Each time we had sex, he made me his a little more.

Easton wrapped one hand around my stomach and pressed his body against my back. His face was against my throat, and his cinnamon breath ghosted my skin.

“I missed this… you.” My stomach danced happily at his words. “You are always ready and eager for me,” he continued.

“Always. You will always have me any way you want.”

He growled in my ear, sending a shiver down my body.

As he pumped harder and faster, my whimpers and grunts slipped out. I must have been too loud because he lifted me and pressed his hand over my mouth.

“While I enjoy your sounds, we need to be quiet.”

I nodded and let him have his way with me. The position was awkward, but Easton seemed to have no trouble thrusting. His grip on me was tight, and I felt helpless against his power, but I also felt protected. I loved him doing whatever he wanted to me. To completely own me.

I belonged to Easton forever.

His hand moved from my mouth to my throat, and he gripped it. My head fell back onto his shoulder, my body limp except for my heavy cock bouncing and in desperate need of attention. I was his puppet.

Despite being the one inside me, he was more under control, barely making a sound other than his breathing. It showed how amazingly disciplined he was.

Suddenly, his body froze, and hot cum filled my ass, marking me. I love how I felt claimed when he came inside me. Like he was marking his territory, keeping all other men away from me.

When Easton pulled out, my ass tried to cling to him, needing to keep him inside me for longer. He slipped his fingers between my crease and ran them along my sloppy hole, swirling the cum spilling out of me.

“I like this,” he rasped.

“Me, too… so much.”

He reached for some paper towels and cleaned me up. “Do youneed to come?”

“Ah, yeah… just a little.”

He tossed the paper towels into the garbage and pressed his body against mine again, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I want to watch you come for me. Stroke yourself.”

I quickly grabbed my dick and pumped fast and hard, not only because I was desperate, but I had to get back to work soon.

Easton’s finger landed back at my hole, and he slipped one inside me. I was tender there, but it also enhanced the moment.

“When you come, catch it in your hand.”

I nodded against him, getting lost in the arousing pressure and his finger thrusting in and out of me.

He nipped my ear. “Hurry.”

“I’m… trying.”

It was so close, judging by the tingling and pressure.

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