Page 4 of Deadly Obsession
His thumb broke from my throat and brushed over my lower lip, dragging the skin down with the action. “Manners. That’syes, Sir. Try it.”
His hand eased around my throat the slightest bit, allowing me to breathe easier, and I managed to let out a soft, “Yes, Sir,” before he closed it tighter once more.
“Now, that’s my good girl,” he growled out as he resumed the back-and-forth motion. This time, though, I couldn’t tell what was brushing over my pussy lips. He parted them with ease, the wood well-lubricated from my arousal as he slid the first two inches of the axe handle into me.
I let out a restrained gasp and my eyes searched once more for his. I found them immediately. They were still locked on to me as if he were ready to sink his fangs into my neck like a starved vampire. Desire had me fighting the urge to buck intothe handle, but the knowledge that he would edge me each time I did granted me a measure of control.
Growing closer once more to an orgasm, I moaned as his gloved thumb joined in, rubbing at my clit in small circles as he fucked me with the axe. My breathing got heavier with each movement, the chilled night air freezing my lungs.
“Hush…” he whispered as he cut off my means to breathe. It seemed the tighter his hand got around my throat, the faster he fucked me, and the closer I came to a climax. I was seeing stars, my vision blurring and my entire body tingling with the fire of sexual desire this stranger had engulfed me in.
“Come for me. Let it go. Let it all go,” I heard him say, and that was all it took.
My core erupted, my legs shaking as I came harder on this stranger’s axe and thumb than I’d ever done in my entire life. His hand eased its grip on my throat as I gasped. My body continued to tremble, and I found myself suddenly grateful that I was hooked up against this tree. My legs were certainly incapable of supporting me right now.
“Now that’s a good girl, Sera, such a good girl,” he praised as he slowly drew his axe handle out and raised it to my face, maintaining eye contact as he rested the end on my lower lip.
I could smell the sweet scent of my arousal. Opening wide, I allowed him to slide it inside before wrapping my lips around the wood as I sucked and licked myself off the smooth surface. My mouth made a popping noise as he drew it back again, my eyes still locked on to his as I stretched my tongue out to give the axe one last lick.
What the fuck was I doing?
There was a good chance this was my fantasy masked-man Mustang, but I didn’t know for sure, did I? In this moment, I wasn’t certain I cared.I couldn’t remember the last time I’d ever gotten off with another person, and I’d never wanted it more—no matter how wrong it might have been.
He raised the axe between us as he seemed to admire it approvingly, turning it from side to side in front of my face. I noticed the way the metal glistened, a single drop of liquid slowly running down the blade’s edge.
“You’re simply feral for it, aren’t you, baby girl?” His eyes focused on my arousal running down the tip, and I could hear the smile from under his mask without ever having to see it. “Lick it off,” he said in a commanding tone that allowed no opportunity for argument.
Leaning forward, I slowly stuck out my tongue and licked the axe from the blade’s heel up to the toe. The sweetness of my arousal blended with the sting and warm, thick copper taste and I knew I’d just cut my tongue as blood started to fill my mouth and smear across my lower lip.
He cocked his arm back and I flinched, pulling myself against the tree while trying to get as low as I could. The axe head came down, the sound of metal on wood telling me he’d stuck the blade into the bark above me.
I opened my eyes and peered up to see for myself, but his gloved hand gripped my chin as he lifted the bottom of his mask, revealing a well-trimmed beard. Then he closed the distance, pressing his lips to mine, his tongue lashing out and licking my bottom lip before I opened my own mouth. Our tongues met in a hot and bloody, passionate kiss.
Just as quickly as he was there, though, he was gone. He pulled his mask back down and was looking me over. “So fucking sweet,” he said, as his hands dropped to his waist.
At the sound of Velcro ripping apart, I looked down to see he’d unfastened his tactical belt and trousers. I watched in fascinationand mild fearas he slid his trousers and briefs down his tattooed thighs. My jaw dropped as his hard length sprung out like a starved beast uncaged. I’d seen a fair number of cocks in my life, mostly in pornos sadly, but this one was either the largest of them all or quite on par with the biggest I’d seen.
He stood there for a moment, stroking himself, and I could feel his eyes scanning over every inch of me. Then, reaching down between my legs, he lifted me into the air so that I was straddling him as he pressed my back harder against the bark of the tree. The pain didn’t quite register over the drowning lust in my core. I wanted this man to take me in every way imaginable, and I trusted that he would.
With one arm hooked under my leg, he guided the tip of his cock to my now-drenched pussy. Slowly brushing his tip over it like a paint brush preparing to create a masterpiece, coating himself in my wetness.
My lips parted and the word escaped before my mind had a moment to think otherwise. “Please…”
“Please what, Sera…?”
“Please fuck me…” My eyes caught on the burning forest-greens of my masked man as he answered my plea that came out more as a prayer.
I felt his tip breach me, felt every inch of him sink deeper and deeper, till his cock was buried to the hilt. His body pressed against mine, the bark biting into my skin. And I loved it.
My mouth dropped open, a sharp exhale releasing in the form of steam in the chilled night air as he took me. My entire body tensed, the strain on my arms now forgotten as this masked man set me on fire from the inside. My legs tightened around him, denying him the option of retreat. We were past the point of no return, and he was my Phantom. I needed this, as fucked as it was.
He began at a slow pace. It was almost gentle, caring. But with each thrust, I could hear his breathing deepen as he began to pump up into me harder.
“Fuck, Harps…” he groaned, the forehead of his mask digging into my cheek so that I could feel the warmth of his breath escaping from underneath it.
One of his arms left my leg briefly as he reached up to thechin of his mask, tilting it up and back. I attempted to turn my head to catch a glimpse of his face, hoping to confirm my suspicions, but I was denied as that same hand then closed around my neck. His palms were massive and covered the entirety of the front of my throat, yet still allowed him the reach to push my jaw to the side with his thumb. I felt the warm, soft sensation of full lips against my neck. Followed by a consuming, lustful bite as the masked man sank his teeth into my neck.
My body, already at his mercy, became feral in that moment. Using every bit of my energy to ride his cock to nirvana. My treacherous hips bucked, trying to match each of his thrusts as I inched closer and closer to the edge of another orgasm. An orgasm I needed, deserved, and craved. If there was any chance that I was going to die tonight, I was going to do it satisfied.
