Page 127 of Deadly Obsession
I bite my lip and nod.
Elias returns to me and wraps his large hand around my throat.
“You’re perfect,” he says against my lips, brushing them against mine.
Teasing me.
“May I undress you now?” he asks.
“You may.”
Elias moves his hands to the bottom hem of my sweater. He slowly lifts it, as I commanded, and when the materialreaches my breasts, Elias leans in to press his lips in between them.
“Listen, brat, you better stop disobeying me,” I say, my voice infused with lust.
He chuckles, his hot breath on my skin makes me shiver. With one final kiss to my sternum, he removes the sweater the rest of the way.
Next, he gets on his knees to work on my leggings. His fingertips hook the band, and he begins inching them down.
Okay. I know I told him to undress me slowly, but I didn’t know what I was talking about.
This is torture.
He’s peeled the leggings down to thigh-level, allowing him to give me more kisses—one on each thigh. My hands fall to his luscious black hair. I comb my fingers through the loose curls and fist to lift his head away from my body.
“Changed my mind. Go faster and once you’re done, I want you to put your mouth on my cunt.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he says and smiles. God it’s such a beautiful smile, lighting up his entire face. He’s got a small dimple on his left cheek—barely visible unless you’re close enough—and crow’s feet around his vibrant blue eyes.
I yelp when he shoves the leggings the rest of the way down.
“Step out… please, Madam Manilow,” he says, and I hold on to his shoulders.
He tosses the bottoms toward Chase, and they land at his feet.
Fuck.I forgot he was there.
I smirk, and my ex squirms in the chair, distracting me from what Elias is doing. Because I didn’t notice my underwear was gone until I’m being lifted off the ground and placed ass naked on a table. Elias gets on his knees again, allowing his face to be pussy-level, and he wraps his arms around my thighs.
He says nothing as he dives in, licking up my slit to my clit and sucks.
My head falls back with a moan, and my hands return to Elias’s hair. I tug on the strands, attempting to bring him closer.
“Yes, Elias, that feels good,” I say as he lashes his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
He lets go of one thigh and seconds later, two of his fingers are teasing my entrance.
“I need them inside me,” I whine.
He slides them in and pumps casually while his mouth works my clit. He hums, feeling my walls clench his two girthy fingers, and the vibration sends a shot of lust throughout my body.
“I need to come. Make me come, Boss.”
The nickname is like a catalyst, and he pumps his fingers faster. His mouth sucks my clit rougher. When he lets goof my other thigh to reach his arm up and pinch my nipple, my release washes over me.
Elias stands when I’m done shaking, and he walks over to Chase, forcing him to watch while he sucks my pleasure off his fingers. I stifle my moan at how fucking hot and sick that is, and I think I need to question my morality after today.
But right now?
