Page 89 of Distorted Obsession

Before I can whine in frustration, he drops me down on his cock so hard I cry—literal tears form and burst from my eyes. The burn was heaven. The stress of the last few weeks begins to seep from my body.

“Look at her, Mason,” Colter taunts, but I ignore them. I’m too lost in my lustful gaze.

Needing more, I grind down each time he pushes inside me—each thrust deeper than the last. It’s like he’s trying to brand himself so no one but him can ever touch me.

My head wobbles as I try to focus, desperate to see if he’s feeling the same connection I am. Does he feel how perfectly we fit? But before I can meet his eyes, his hand wraps around my throat. “You’ve been a bad girl, zzina l-m?????.Now you face your consequence.”

Colter pulls out, and I’m about to throw a fit. “Why did you?—”

“Shhh. Don’t interrupt your punishment,” Colter demands, cutting me off. “Since you can’t seem to follow instructions, it’s time for you to learn your first lesson.” Then, I’m yanked up until his mouth is at my ear. “Tonight you’ll see just how fucked you are and just how much you’re going to hate yourself for loving it.”

So many emotions are battling it out in my head.Fear… excitement… sadness… embarrassment… hunger… lust—they all whirl around, none finding supremacy.

I don’t get time to process Colter’s words before his hand grasps the back of my neck and bends me over. “Hopefully, your friendMason,” Colter spits out his name like it’s leaving a bad taste in his mouth. “Will help lessen your punishment.” I see Colter’s head turn toward Mason. “What do you say? Are you going to help?”

I’m not sure what answer I’m hoping for because I don’t want Mason to be roped into this, but I’m also so turned on at the prospect of him watching or maybe even joining in. Double the pleasure, if you will.

“What do I need to do?” Mason grumbles.

In a tone so serious, Colter replies, “Fuck her face until those pretty plump lips swell. I expect to hear sloppy toppy and gagging. You better touch the back of her throat.”

The gasp from Mason matches my shock. My head snaps to the side, and I try to pull from Colter’s grip, but he only tightens his hold. I know in my fantasy that I wanted Mason to join, but I didn’t expect Colter to want to share.

“I don’t think I should do that, especially not out here,” Mason responds.

Colter tsks, “Don’t tell me you have some sense of propriety?” There’s a short pause before he chuckles. “Looks like it’s going to be the hard way. Stand and watch then, or I’m going to fuck her in the middle of the party and a gentleman such as yourself would never let a maiden be subjected to such a thing. Am I right?”

Mason’s jaw ticks, but he shakes his head and leans against the side of the house.

“Now be a good toy, Evie Rose. This fuck is for me, and me alone,” Colter exclaims. Then my right leg sits over his thigh as he pushes into my pussy from behind.

I groan as each inch fills me. Fuck I love this position. “Please,” I beg. “I need more.”

“Do you hear that,Mason? She needs more,” Colter taunts, grabbing my right thigh and rolling his hips forward until he’s fully seated inside me. “Fuck, Evie. This fucking pussy… this beautiful fucking pussy.”

I clench at his praise, emboldened by it. “Then shut up and fuck me already.”

Famous last words.

A hand cracks across my ass as Colter rams into me so hard I nearly lose my balance. The mixture of our moans is drowned out by the music inside, and I know my friends are looking forme, but in this very moment, the only thing I want to find me is my orgasm.

I want more. Reaching between my legs, I run my finger over my clit and I groan, crying out when each of Colters thrusts pushes my fingers. “You like to touch that pretty pussy when I’m inside you,” Colter growls. “Your walls tighten around me like you want me to stay here forever. Is that what you want, Evie?”

Lost in the haze, I can’t formulate the words to respond. I’m right at the peak, one more thrust and I’ll be?—

Colter stops. He fucking stops. He pulls out of me, and I want to drop to my knees and cry.

“Now open up,” Colter orders. Still in shock, I fall to my knees, my mouth opens, I grab his shaft covered in my juices, and take him down my throat. “Holy shit, this fucking mouth. This fucking mouth, Evie Rose. If you ever make anyone feel this good with your mouth without my permission, I’ll lock it up.”

I move my free hand between my legs. Giving head makes me wet. I could come just like this.

“Don’t you… you fuck-ing dare,” Colter commands through gasps.

Annoyed, I decide to play with him since I don’t get to play with myself. I cup his balls, massaging them as I hollow out my cheeks. Then I swallow him whole. I don’t let up until my bottom lip hits his nutsack.

Colter tries to jerk free, but not today, Satan. I adjust my position, retracting enough to swirl my tongue over his swollen head as I roll his balls and then squeeze. Seconds later cum is shooting down my throat and I nearly choke. I move to release him from my mouth, but Colter grips my hair so hard, holding me in place. Then he angles my head up until I meet his heated stare. Anger, frustration, lust, and so much more swirl in his eyes. But it’s gone before I can truly deduce what I saw.

“You like to play dirty, Evie. But you’ll quickly learn I’m the dirtiest fucker you’ll ever meet.” Then he yanks himself from my mouth and finishes coming all over my face, rubbing his seed into my hair like it’s shampoo or some shit. “Now go back to the party without cleaning yourself up. Expect Cooper to hand out his own punishment.”

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