Page 127 of My Sweetest Obsession
She laughed, and it was the best sound I’d heard in a long time.
“I love you,” I whispered, running my hands up and down her back.
She wrapped her arms around my neck. “And I love you.” Hearing her say those words back to me made my heart settle down.
“I would rip this dress off and fuck you if I could.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” she said in a sultry voice.
A groan erupted from me, and I squeezed her closer. “Don’t fucking tease me.”
“Why not?” She gave me a wicked smile and started to grind her hips on my throbbing dick.
I laid my head back and helped her with the movements. “Are you going to make me come in my pants again?”
She leaned forward and took my lower lip and sucked it. “Yes.”
“Fuck that. You’re coming on my cock.” I lifted her ass up, making her squeal. “Unbutton my pants and take it out.”
“I thought I was in control,” she purred.
“Not right now you’re not.”
She did as I asked, unfastening my belt and zipper. She then wrapped her small hands around my dick and pulled it out. Without a second thought, I grabbed her hips and pushed her down on my cock.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
Firmly gripping her waist, I guided her up and down on my cock.
“I bet you’re glad I’m not wearing any underwear,” she said breathlessly.
I snarled. “Don’t.” Thrust. “Ever.” Thrust. “Do.” Thrust. “That.” Thrust. “Again.” Three more thrusts and I exploded in her. I held onto her and shoved my dick further in, filling her with my cum.
She collapsed on my chest, and I buried my face in her hair, taking in her rosy scent that I had missed so much.
“Let’s go home.” I nipped her neck.
She pulled back and smiled with a lazy, sexy look. “Okay.”
She lifted herself off my lap and plopped in the passenger seat. I tucked myself back into my pants, ignoring the stickiness, and drove my girl home to where she belonged.
With me.
“Well, look who decided to grace us with her presence?” Mya teased when I walked into the kitchen. Lo was standing beside her.
I rolled my eyes at her in response.
“Gigi! You made it!” Tristan and Aurelio shouted in unison, hopping off the chairs like they were on springs and racing toward me.
“Hey, buddies. How are my two favorite guys?” I leaned down and kissed them on their cheeks.
“We’re making cookies!” Tristan exclaimed, his bright smile infectious.
“And Mom said we can paint them!” Aurelio added, bouncing on his toes.
“You mean frost the cookies, baby,” Mya said with a laugh, mixing ingredients in a bowl.
The boys each grabbed one of my hands, pulling me to the table. I slid into a seat, taking in the scene around me.
