Page 11 of Distorted Obsession

I watch her juices run down the beauty on the bed’s chin. Growling, I hoist her thighs up, spreading them wide and slamming inside her. She’s so goddamn tight that I still. Fuck her needing to adjust—it’s me that is entranced by the feel.

Soon, she begins to move, spurring me into action. I pull out, leaving the crown of my cock seated at her entrance, and she whimpers.

“I’m not giving you this dick until you suck that pussy like you mean it,” I declare, making her tighten her hold and double her efforts. I’m rewarded with shouting curses as the woman with the locs bends forward, burying her face between the other girl’s legs.

Losing all semblances of control, I thrust forward with no regard for the face or the pussy in front of me.

Our mixed sounds of pleasure—skin slapping skin and cries for more. Never one to deny a request, I piston harder and deeper, not stopping even when her walls clamp down.

I buck forward with such force that the girl with the locs begins to lift her head, but I grip the back of her neck as leverage, holding her place.

Peering down at how we’re connected, I groan when a familiar tingle shoots up my spine. But I’m nowhere close to being done. I pull out of the girl’s pussy as I release my hold on the girl’s locs, allowing her to scream. Then, I grip her throat and crash my mouth against hers, tasting the juices of the beauty beneath while swallowing her pleas. Her body begins to jerk, but I want them to come at the same time, so I kneel between long, toned, bronze legs.

My beard tickles her thighs, setting off a chain reaction. With every lick of my tongue against her clit she squeaks. Then I wrapmy lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking until she’s a writhing mess.

She moans, and the vibration must hit the perfect spot because the girl riding her face stiffens, attempting to flee. But the grip on her is so firm, she can do nothing but take what she’s given.

Recognizing how close she is, I stand, ignoring how wet my beard is, and kneel on the bed. Then, I slide in slowly as the girl with locs’ mouth falls open. I stick my fingers inside. “Suck,” I demand, only pulling the digits out when they are sufficiently cleaned.

I grind my hips, languid strokes morphing with each spasm of her pussy. My tempo increases as I roll her clit between my fingers, pinching and swirling. On the next snap of my hips, her walls clamp, and my balls draw tight.

“Ho-ly fuck-ing sh-sh-shittt,” the woman on top of her cries out at the same time the goddess’s back bows, triggering my release.

I come so hard I’m afraid I’ll pop a blood vessel in my eye.It would be worth it, though.

The sound of our pleasure mixes with the musky scent of our sweat as we slowly come down.

Slipping from her pussy, I fall on the bed, my legs too shaky to attempt much else.

I barely catch my breath when I feel the condom being pulled off. I’m not sure who is where but legs straddle my face as a mouth deep throats my dick.

Grinning, all I can think is—welcome to fucking Groveton College.

5

eva

“Are you coming this weekend?”I ask, sitting on Farrah’s king-size bed. Her navy accent pillows take up nearly all the space.

“Of course I am,” she exclaims, rolling her eyes.

I’m still fighting the five million pillows when she continues.

“Like I would ever be anywhere else when you’re scouting potential Sweet Sixteen venues.”

“Who needs this many pillows, Fah? Like seriously.” I toss one after another at her head. “There are more of them than there is room on your bed.”

Sliding to the side, she dodges the onslaught, cackling each time I miss. One finally nails her in the face, and it’s my turn to laugh as she falls on her bed.

We’re giggling uncontrollably when her room door opens.

“Rah, have you seen my?—”

I look up, and Colter is standing in her doorway. The Jacobi twins are a thing of legend in our town, only outranked by the Edgewood heirs. Glacial-blue eyes take in us, and my heartbeat doubles. Both of Farrah’s brothers, Cooper and Colter, scare and enthrall me.

Rising on her elbows, Farrah arches her perfectly sculpted brow.“Knock much?”

Before he can respond, Cooper walks in.

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