Page 53 of Deadly Obsession
“Oh my god,” she muttered under her breath, brushing a hand over the discolored skin.
“No need to worry about me, baby girl. You’re the one who actually got shot, it seems,” I said, recognizing the injury to her shoulder.
I’d had to take a nasty fall down the hill to sell the illusionthat he’d killed me—though I’d actually lost consciousness for some time—which wasn’t hard. Body armor or not, getting shot fucking hurt. If Mike were a smart man, he’d have made sure the job was done. Then again, if he were a smart man, he wouldn’t have followed my girl to America.
Once I’d been certain he was gone, I’d fought my way back up to the cabin, my body protesting the entire way. In addition to the nasty blows I’d taken, I was certain I’d broken a rib or two during the fall. That all had to wait. My girl had needed me. When I’d reached my truck, I’d cursed under my breath at the sight of all four tires flattened to the rims and my windshield smashed in.
Come on, still be there…
I’d prayed to myself as I carefully opened the back door and searched for my gear. “Fuck yes!” I’d exclaimed, tucking my holstered Glock 23 into the back of my pants and pulling out my go-bag.
And that all brought me to here. In the kitchen with my harpy. A chef knife clutched in my palm.
I looked down at the smooth, rather thick handle and an idea occurred to me, inspired by one of our mutually favorite books. Leaning over, I stabbed the knife down into Micheal’s chest, giving it a light wiggle to ensure it was secure enough between his ribs. Then I smirked at Sera, lowering her pants the rest of the way before pointing at the protruding knife handle.
“Sit on it,” I commanded, and watched her eyes light up all over again.
She began kissing and biting down on my tattooed chest, my black nipple barbells matching the ones she wore. Then, straddling Mike’s body as well as the growing pool of blood, she unzipped my pants, the weight of my Glock clipped to the back of my belt taking them down quickly. My cock sprung out, a starved beast with its chains just undone.
My harpy wasted no time. Her blood-stained handwrapped around my girth, her fingertips never meeting her thumb. All while I watched her slowly lower her honey-sweet core down onto the knife handle. Up and down, she stroked me from hilt to tip, as she began to ride the knife protruding from her dead ex-husband.
She was smearing blood all over. Not that I gave a fuck. My right hand gathered her hair into a tight ponytail as she began to lick and suck the tip. I wanted to see my girl swallow every inch of my cock.
I would raise hell for this woman. Die for this woman. I’d hunted this woman across the world. I’d killed for her. I worshipped her, and she worshiped me.
My head arched back and I let out a growl as she took my full length as deep as she could. About halfway. The harder she sucked my cock, the more intensely she ground on the knife. Once I felt the end of her throat meet my tip, I pushed down on her head, making her gag, her drool spitting out around my shaft.
“That’s my good girl. Fuck, little harpy. I’m so proud of you.”
As if to drive my words home, I thrusted into her mouth, enjoying the way she gagged each time but didn’t try to pull away. My free hand reached down to pinch off her nose. I felt myself getting closer.Fast.Something about seeing my girl like this had gotten me so hot for her. More than usual.
“Fuck, baby girl… You want my cum?” I growled.
She hardly had the opportunity to respond, as I continued fucking her mouth until my cock erupted. She swallowed and took down all my cum, choking as her air ran out. And I withdrew my cock, a drop of my cum falling from my tip and onto Mike’s expressionless face. A moment later, Sera’s body tensed, relaxed, and tensed again as she came on the knife.
“Oh my… fuck!” she gasped as she quickly raised herself off the handle.
Sera coughed, the aftermath of my orgasm landing on theedges of her lower lip as she gasped for air. Smiling at her, I reached down to run my thumb along her mouth and collect the droplets before slipping it past her lips. She sealed them tightly around the digit, her tongue circling as she gathered the last of my cum.
“That’s the first time I’ve ever come with him,” she said breathlessly.
I instantly wanted to correct her. Tell her she came withme. Mike’s corpse was just a prop in this scene. But I didn’t want to ruin the moment.
“That’s my girl,” I praised, as I guided her to her feet. Lifted her up and set her ass on top of the island bar we’d all prepared dinner on just a few nights before.
Sliding my hands back up over the outside of her thighs, I gripped her hips and shimmied her back from the edge. Then I hooked my right foot onto the leg of the nearby bar stool, pulled it towards me, and sat down in front of my special meal.
Guiding her heels up to the counter’s edge, nice and wide, I took a moment to admire my girl. She was still a little swollen from our previous encounters but I could tell she was so wet and hot for me right now. In the light, I could see that she was glistening, her slit appearing to sparkle like morning dew in a rose garden. Her thighs displayed dark blue bruises from our repeated encounters over the last few days.
I drew her closer, my mouth watering and my jaw aching while the aroma of her arousal washed over me like fresh honeysuckles.
“Fuck…” I growled out, trying to restrain myself.
Wishing to savor the moment, I kept my lips a mere inch away, breathing her in. I’d never done drugs before. But I imagined that the feeling I got when I was this close to my girl’s warm, sweet honey—what it did to me—was probably the kind of high junkies dreamed of achieving.
I kissed her softly, the wetness of her passion making a light smacking sound, like the first drop of rain into a still lake.That one kiss was all it took before I was on her. Needed her. Craved her. Unable to go another minute, I ran my tongue up the soft and delicate lips of her forbidden fruit.
Forbidden to all but me.
