Page 29 of Deadly Obsession
“Yes,” he bit out.
“That’syes, Mistress,” I corrected, gripping his throat this time. I couldn’t even come close to choking him, digging my fingernails into his skin instead. “Say it.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he answered just above a whisper.
“Good boy. Now keep your mouth shut until I tell you otherwise.” I released his throat and placed my hands on the top rail of the bedhead.
Lowering myself, I sat my exposed core on his mouth. The warmth of his lips on me was a self-inflicted tease I wouldn’t be able to endure for long. Letting some of my body weight press down on him, I began to grind against his face. The stimulation had my already-wet center igniting as I felt my arousal beginning to soak his beard against my skin.
I closed my eyes, arched my back slightly, and removed one hand from the rail to reach back and grab his length, my fingertips just barely meeting around his girth. He pulsed inmy grip, his hips moving up like he was trying to fuck my palm.
“Eat my pussy and make me come, James,” I commanded with a moan.
He didn’t hesitate, and before I could take my next breath, his tongue was unhinged. Placing both hands back on the rail, I continued grinding against his mouth. Even in this position, this man knew exactly what to do. He worked his tongue on my clit, occasionally closing his lips on my heat to swallow and then resuming the same perfect rhythm. Most women might get frustrated by the brief pauses, but I couldn’t complain. As wet as I was right now, he would likely drown if he didn’t drink me in.
My heart was pounding in my chest, my breaths growing shorter and quicker as that familiar buildup rose to the surface. Just as I had the faintest inclination to warn him, the thought was erased by the pleasure.
On impulse, I reached down and gripped his hair as my thighs tightened around his face. And I erupted with hot, wet pleasure, each burst causing my body to seize until I was nearly falling forward.
EIGHTEEN
JAMES
Warm, wet, sweet, and violent. My mouth was suddenly filled with the purest of passion as my girl convulsed, her pleasure erupting out of her, and I swallowed it all each time without thought.
New kink? No, addiction unlocked.
As her body began to relax from the shock of the orgasm, she raised slightly, allowing me a better opportunity to breathe. Not that I wanted it. I could die a happy man with my face buried between these thighs.
Let her be my headstone so I was always beneath her like this.
“Fuck…” she gasped, her hand reaching down to touch the spot beside my head. “Oh my god… it’s practically dry…”
I lightly licked at her, careful not to overstimulate her after such a strong orgasm. “I would never let such sweetness go to waste,” I said, softly kissing her wet lips.
“Fuck, you are such a good boy. I think it’s time I reward you.” The words escaped her in gasping breaths as she continued to recover. She moved down on the bed till she was straddling my hips, pressing my cock to my stomach as she sat her slit against it while sliding back and forth. “Is this what you want, baby?” She leaned down, the lace of her teddybrushing against my chest and her breath bristling the side of my throat, somehow stealing the air from my lungs.
“Yes, Mistress,” I responded, fighting the urge to free myself and take her now.
I liked this side of my harpy, though. She was coming out of her shell more and more every day. I knew almost everything about her past, the good and the bad and the ugly. The strength and courage she was displaying by taking charge like this tonight turned me on to no end.
At some point while I’d been lost in my thoughts, she’d reached down and slipped the tip of my length inside herself. The warm sensation grabbed my soul by the throat, and we both let out a low breath as she slid down my shaft till she reached the hilt.
“You feel so good, throbbing and hard inside me,” she said in broken moans as she began a slow up and down motion.
I gritted my teeth. She was right. She feltso fucking good, but I needed more. I couldn’t resist any longer. As she continued to grind on my cock, I crept my hands up to the restraints, untying each strap from the bed. And then I let loose.
My palms shot to her hips, and she let out a shocked gasp. “Oh my god!”
I pinned her down on top of me and began thrusting up, fucking her from below. She grabbed the sides of my face and swiftly pushed the blindfold up. Our eyes met, locking on to each other as I continued to fuck her.
“Yes, James! Such a good boy! Fuck, don’t stop!” she cried out.
Don’t stop? As if that were even an option.
There was no stopping. I was already on the verge of coming, and I was going to fill my girl with every drop of my seed. “Fuuuuuck,” I growled out as I gripped her tighter. Thrusted faster. Fucked her harder.
When I felt her begin to tremble, letting out the prettiestmoan I’ve ever fucking heard, I erupted inside her with a force that I was certain was record-breaking. She collapsed on top of me, panting hard. Her arms framing my head against the bed as mine wrapped tightly around her torso. Both of us laid there for a moment, trying to recover from what had just happened.
