Page 172 of Merciless Obsession
Why hide? Are you scared to show yourself?
A shiver shot up my spine, causing me to glance over my shoulder. Although I couldn’t see Ezra, I could feel his eyes on me, even from across the street. It caused fireworks to explode in my belly and shoot up to my chest. My heart slammed into my ribcage as if it was trying to escape my body.
Oh Bumblebee, only one of us should be afraid and it isn’t me.
Can you feel my eyes on you? Do you wish my hands were on your warm, silky, sensitive skin? I can’t wait to get my hands on you and see you in my ropes. I plan on tasting every inch of you until you’re a blubbering mess.
A moan fell from my mouth and I swallowed thickly. A pulse beat between my thighs. My juices drenched my thong and seeped onto my inner thighs.
*Picture attachment*
My breath caught. I didn’t know how he managed to do it, but the photo of me was a closeup of my face, the need and desire clear. My cheeks were flushed and my eyelids were heavy. Even with the newly added scars, Ezra chose to still see the beauty in me.
Such a beautiful masterpiece. It’s hard always watching you from the shadows.
My teeth scraped across my bottom lip.
Then come and show yourself.
In due time, my Little Bee.
My heart skipped and my stomach did cartwheels.
I turned and hobbled to my bed, grabbing the toy there and making my way back to the window. I kept my eyes locked on the townhouse across the street and brushed it across my lips, sticking my tongue out and sucking it slowly. Closing my eyes, I sucked hungrily, imagining it was Ezra’s heavy length in my mouth. I sighed around the toy. My body heated with lust. Pulling it away from my mouth, I slowly dragged it down,tracing the outline of my breasts, then lowering until it found my sensitive clit. Hitting the side button, my body shuddered at the sensation. Swiping my tongue across my lips, I slowly lifted the corners of my mouth and lowered my eyes. My head went back as I moved the tip up and down. My body wasn’t a hundred percent. I still had a cast and my breathing gave me issues sometimes, but none of that mattered to me right now. Sex was empowering to me and I missed the sensual pleasure and clear mind it brought.
Curling my toes, shocks blazed through my veins and my mouth fell open in a silent gasp. My chest rose and fell a bit quicker. My juices dripped down my upper legs.
Panting heavily, I blew a kiss at the window before turning and going to my bed. There was one more part of the night I was looking forward to. The thought of it made me jittery inside. I was ready to feel like myself again and tonight was the night to do it.
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A soft whimper fell from my lips as something hard and girthy moved in and out of my pussy. My eyes moved under my closed lids. My body was still lax and groggy from the half of an Ambien I took. A warm mouth covered my breast, tongue going across my nipple.
Arching my chest upward, I shifted but was stuck in place. Slowly opening my eyes, I blinked a few times to come out of the haze I was in. I attempted to move my arms, but they were restrained.
“What?” I mumbled.
My mouth felt dry, my tongue heavy.
“Ah,” I cried when the hardness was pushed deeper inside me.
“How does it feel, Bumblebee?” a deep, throaty voice growled. His tongue dragged up and circled around where my stitches once were before sucking on the flesh above it. “How does it feel to fuck Wilma?”
Still feeling the effects of the drug, I sluggishly lifted my head and squinted.
“What the fuuuuckkkk!” I moaned as my stomach clenched and my body trembled.
“Does she feel better than my dick? You should see the pictures I got of her inside you while you lay unconscious and tied up.” He bit into my neck, causing me to jerk. I choked out a gasp and his other hand went to my hypersensitive clit.
“Does she?” He bit harder.
My thoughts were slow. It took me a couple seconds to gather my words and process what he asked. I got déjà vu from when Ezra kidnapped me in the beginning and used the same handle now inside me to fuck my mouth.
“No,” I hissed as he pulled Wilma’s handle out of me. My vision was growing clearer. He brought it up and studied it. The end of it was a bit thicker than the rest of it, but it was still solid and wide.
Ezra grabbed the bottom of my cheeks and squeezed. “Your freckles show so much more when your skin is red and flustered. Fuck, it made my dick so fucking hard.” Ezra brushed Wilma’s handle across my lips. Sticking my tongue out, I flicked it and circled the bottom. Ezra squeezed harder and pushed the handle into my mouth.
“Damnit,” he rasped. The darkened, ravenous, hunger-filled stare he cast on me caused an uncontrollable bonfire to light inside me, my heartrate to increase, and every atom inside meto skyrocket. “Now every time I kill, the hard on I get will be because of more than just using her to take a life.”
