Page 97 of Shadowed Obsession

I tilt her chin toward me and place a kiss on her lips.

“Mìrame,” I demand in a low voice, and she nods and locks eyes with me. Her nails dig into my back as her pleasure builds.

“César, fuck. Please don’t stop,” she pleads.

“Come, baby.Ahora mismo.”

I feel her squeezing around me, and as she spasms on my dick,.I suck harder on hertetasas she rides out her pleasure on me.

“Coño. You took me so well,” I compliment, and she bites her lip in response. “You want more?” I ask with a smirk,

“I didn’t want you to stop,” she challenges.

An idea comes to mind, and since it’s my birthday, I hope she’s on board with it.

“I need to fuck you in your office,” I demand, leading her off the bed and outside the bedroom.

“Why my office?” she asks curiously.

“Because I want to bend you over that desk,” I admit, holding her hand as we travel down the stairs.

“Well, that’s reason enough.” She chuckles and opens the door.

I reward her with a spank so loud, my dick twitches in my pants. Without argument, she does as she’s told, bending over her desk and arching her back toward me. The heart shape of her plump ass drives me wild, and I can’t help but to spread her cheeks and tongue-fuck that pretty puckered hole.

She gasps in surprise and whimpers as I snake my hand around to toy with her swollen clit, and she arches into me.

“Fuck, yes baby. You taste so fucking good,” I praise as I rub the soft globes of her ass. I return to my height, standing behind her. “Can I fillbothyour needy holes?”

“Oh my god,” she sobs, arching her back higher. “Yes, Sir. Please?”

“Tell me what you’re begging for.Cuéntame,” I urge, running my hands over her back.

“I need to be filled, Sir. Please?” she whines.

“Good girl, asking for what you want.”

I tease her as I part her pussy lips with my dick and slap it against her until she begs. She’s so eager that her walls clench around me as soon as I enter.

“Your pussy is so fucking greedy, baby. You need to be fucked so bad.”

“Mmhm,” she hums as I bottom out, sliding my thumb into her ass.

I thrust into her at a punishing pace, and she takes it, moaning and screaming as her pussy grips me.

“You need to come? Come with me. Come,mi beba. Ahora,” I order, smacking her ass as I spill into the condom and she unravels onmydick with none other thanmyname on her tongue.

Because she ismine.

If death looks this fucking beautiful, I may reconsider.

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don’t bleed in front of the sharks

César

7:55 a.m. | 14 hours before ‘the last incident’

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