Page 98 of Mutual Obsession

She nods frantically, even with her head resting on the marble surface. “Yes, please.”

Indie watches intently as I slowly open the button on my jeans, sliding the zipper down, before lowering them just enough to pull my hard cock from my boxers. Despite coming not too long ago, I’m already rock hard and ready to go again.

“Do you want to come on my cock like a dirty little slut?” I ask, my deep voice gravelly and dripping with sex.

“Yes.” The word comes out as a long, breathy sound.

“I will let you come on my cock, but there’s one condition…”

Her eyes narrow as she stares at me, no doubt wondering what game I’m playing. “What condition?”

“Instead of getting permission from me to come, you have to get permission from Jacob,” I tell her.

Her brows pull together in confusion, and she tilts her head as she considers my request. I don’t wait for her to say anything; I let her think it through as I move into position behind her.

With my hand wrapped around the base of my dick, I line myself up with her entrance, making sure to smear as much ofher juices over the head as I can. Once I’m in position, I quickly press all the way in, not stopping until all of my length is buried in her tight, wet cunt.

Indie cries out loudly from the sudden intrusion, and her noises mix with my loud groan as I feel her wet heat grasp my shaft like a glove. I pause for just a moment, giving Indie the time she needs to adapt to my size stretching her out, and I use the break to claw back a little control, so I don’t finish too soon.

When Indie starts rocking her hips, letting me know she wants me to move, I pull out until just the tip remains, before slamming back in, hard and fast. Indie cries out with a mix of pleasure and pain, pressing her arse back against me when I’m deep inside her.

I lean over and pull her earlobe between my teeth, before pressing a kiss to her neck. “You better call him. I will not let you come until he says you can,” I growl, pulling back out before thrusting in deep again.

She reaches for her bag, scrambling to find her phone as I keep up my slow but deep strokes, driving her wild. I watch as she finds his number, but just before she hits call, she pauses, looking over her shoulder at me.

“He’s at work. What if he’s in an important meeting?” she asks, her voice ragged and breathy.

“Then you better hope he answers, as you don’t get to come without him. Maybe he’ll put you on speakerphone so everyone can hear.” I don’t bother telling her I’ve already sorted it with Jake. The way her pussy flutters around my cock suggests she might like people hearing.

Too bad Jacob is way too fucking jealous and possessive for that.

I keep my thrusts slow and deep as she presses the call button, moaning softly when I tilt my hips, dragging the tip overher sweet spot deep inside. Jacob answers just as I slam into her, and she’s too busy crying out in pleasure to speak to him.

“Indie? Is everything okay? Are you there?”Although he sounds panicked, I can hear the gravelly tone to his voice that suggests he’s been looking forward to this moment since I texted him.

The phone is resting beside her head, and Indie rushes to answer him as soon as she can speak. “I’m… I’m okay, Jake.”

“You don’t sound it. What’s going on?”he asks as I keep rocking into her.

She gets out a low moan as she reaches back, trying to push against my thigh. She’s attempting to get me to stop fucking her for long enough to explain what’s going on to Jacob, but that’s not going to happen. This is part of the fun.

“I’m… Oh, fuck. Miles is… Fuck, it’s so deep,” she groans as I speed up, tilting my hips in just the right way when I’m in deep.

Jake chuckles as Indie rolls her eyes, her lips falling open in pleasure.“It sounds to me like you’re getting fucked. Is that right, Baby?”His voice has taken on a deep, raspy tone, and I wonder if he’s stroking himself, thinking about what we’re doing.

“Yes!” Indie cries out.

I use my hold on her hips to pull her back against me as I thrust forward. The sound of our bare flesh slapping together can be heard over her cries of pleasure.

Jake chuckles down the phone.“So you thought you’d call me to torture me?”

Indie tries to shake her head, forgetting that he can’t see her. I slap her arse, giving her opposite cheek a matching red hand print. She cries out as I soothe my hand over her stinging flesh.

“Use your words, Dee. He can’t see you,” I snap.

“Sorry, Sir,” she mutters, before turning towards the phone. “Jake, I-I… I have to get your permission to come.”

Jake lets out a low groan that rumbles through the phone, making my cock twitch as Indie’s walls flutter around me.“Fuck, that’s hot, Baby. What if I don’t say you can come?”

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