Page 93 of Shadowed Obsession

“Don’t say it’s because of me,” he warns, filling me with his thick fingers and curling them toward my G-spot.

I gasp at the intrusion. “Why not?”

Whiskey eyes pierce me, filled with intrigue and desire as his fingers pump in and out of my pussy. His tongue flicks and sucks as his fingers travel up to pinch my nipples. I toss my head back, and when I squeeze my thighs around his head, a growl escapes him that vibrates through my core.

“Oh fuck. Right there,” I sob.

He maintains his pace, his gaze encouraging me to let go, and I fucking shatter on this marble countertop at his silent command. Groans follow as he greedily laps me up with no desire to stop until he’s satisfied.

He leaves gentle kisses on my legs as he helps me off the counter, gripping my ass possessively as my feet touch the ground.

Ahem.

I declare that I finally got my back cracked last night, and this morning.

Spoiler alert: and it wasn’t by a chiropractor. That is all.

Will report back soon!

Skye Daddy

You fucking better! That’s what I’m talking about, Sis!!

Lo

Wait a minute. The secret admirer?

So, you DO know what he looks like.

I’m so excited about this!!!

He’s fine as hell and OMG! He’s made my body do things I didn’t know it could do.

Skye Daddy

I knew he was fine! That’s that book boyfriend dick. I love this for you!

Lo

Yesss! I can’t wait for the details.

Girl, You needed this!

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Deirdre

6:27 p.m. | 50 minutes before ‘the ninth incident’

Iadmire myself in the mirror as I clasp the gold necklace around my neck to complete my look. My hair turned out perfect, and this green corset dress Alora designed iseverything. I spritz my cherry fragrance over my shelf and grab my evening bag before stepping out of the room.

“Happy birthday, César,” I say as I come down the stairs to greet him.

“Wow. Happy birthday, indeed,” he murmurs, taking my hand to turn me around. “You sure we gotta leave the house? Because I’m already thinking about bringing you back here to lay you out.”

“Hmm. Hold that thought,” I respond, holding my finger up before heading back upstairs.

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