Page 44 of Their Obsession

I lift her by her hips and slam her back down on my length. She cries out into the night, causing wildlife to scurry and flutter from their hiding places. I lift my hips, pounding into her again and again. Her pussy is dripping, drenched with need. The noises her damp folds are making as I pound into her are deplorable in the best possible way.

“Dom, fuck.” Her pussy throbs as she approaches her release again. “Dom.” She moans my name as if it is a prayer.

And then I stop again. My arm bands around her, stopping her movement and keeping her still.

“What the fuck?” she rages as she attempts to reach her climax, but my grip on her is too tight.

“You want to come?” I ask as I feel her climax receding again.

“What the fuck?” she rages, “Yes!”

I bring my hand down between her thighs, rubbing slow circles over her hardened nub as she begins to roll her hips against me again.

“Then say what happened out here.” I rub faster while bringing up my hips and beginning to fuck her again. “I want to hear you say it.”

She picks up her pace again. Her hips thrust up and down in rhythm with my own. She bounces up and down on my cock, desperate for the release I’ve denied her twice.

“Don’t, Dom,” she whines, causing me to stop.

I pull my hands back, holding her firmly in place and denyingher yet again. She yells out in fury, scratching against the flesh of my arm. It’s no use. I don’t relent.

“Fuck!” she screams in anger and desperation. “Fine!”

I return my fingers to her clit. She moves up and down swiftly, racing towards release. Her pussy flutters. I bring my other hand down, flicking her needy nipples until she’s a writhing mess.

“Peter was murdered,” she relents between moans as I drive her straight towards the cliff of pleasure. My own balls feel full and heavy.Just a little more.

“How?” I manage to grit out.

“Stabbed,” she whimpers as her pussy begins to pulse. “There was so much blood.”

There was—this entire area was covered in red. I have no idea if she purposely took us back to the spot where this all began, or if her subconscious is attempting to confront her past despite her best attempts to keep it buried.

“Did he deserve it?” I ask the big question.

This is the reason she led us here. Deep down, she knows she needs this—to stop running and own who she is. She will never be free from the darkness if she doesn’t acknowledge it. And I’m more than happy to help.

I wait for a response but it doesn’t come. She closes her eyes and rides my cock but refuses to answer me. When she doesn’t respond. I bring my hand up and back down, smacking the tender flesh between her thighs. The sound of the smack on her slick flesh echoes off the trees around us. She cries out curses when I hold her still again with a firm grip on her hips. If she’s going to deny me, then I will deny her.

“He touched what was mine, didn’t he?” I ask her, my tone coming out cold and dark as the night air pressing in on our joined bodies.

“Yes,” she finally acknowledges softly. And that’s all I needed to hear. I bring my hand back to her pussy, rubbing her swollenclit while I shove my length so deep inside her it bottoms out.

“I would do anything for you,Moy Klubnika. I cut his fingers off after he was dead and left them in your locker to show you how devoted I am to protecting you, to keeping you safe. No one touches what’s mine,” I growl as she picks up her pace again, her hips grinding against me as she chases her pleasure. “For you, I would crawl through glass. I’d walk through the fires of Hell. I’d bleed and I’d burn as long as it meant you’d be mine at the end. You’re not just my obsession—you’re my everything.”

“Where’s his body, Dom?” she asks between pants and whimpers. Her pussy is so tight that it’s damn near strangling my cock at this point, but I don’t relent—rutting into her from beneath and racing towards ecstasy.

“I took it far from here and buried it. He’ll never be found, and if he is, it’ll be hard to identify him without his teeth or fingers.” I might have been a kid when it all went down, but I was never dumb.

“Are you going to come for me in the same place where he was murdered? Let me take your pain and turn it into pleasure,” I ask before I pinch her clit and nipple simultaneously.

That pushes her over the edge. “Yes!” she shrieks into the cold, dark night surrounding us.

Her orgasm hits her with such intensity that her pussy gushes. My lap is covered in her pleasure as she comes all over me. Her cum soaking my thighs sends me over the edge. I roar as rope after rope shoots from my cock, painting her walls with my seed.

“Who do you belong to?” I grunt as I thrust the final spurts of my cum into her tight channel.

“You,” she sighs as her head falls back against my shoulder.

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