Page 78 of Deadly Obsession
He spreads me open to get better access to my clit, then descends on my pussy and resumes pumping. My hands find his hair and fist the strands, attempting to pull him closer to me.
“Yes, fuck, Elias.”
I slide my hands under my shirt and grab my nipples to pinch and pull.
“I’m close,” I moan.
Elias sucks on my clit, lashing his tongue over the swollen nerves and adds a second finger. He drives into me at the perfect speed, and my walls clamp around the digits.
Then he stops and removes his fingers.
I’m going to stab him.
I feel around the countertop for the knife I’d been using to cut veggies, but Elias knocks it out of my hand just as I grab it.
“Naughty girl,” he says, amused at the way he’s torturing me.
He looks so sinister smiling with a bloody chin, mouth, and nose. He fishes his cock out of his pants and usesmy bloodfor lubrication.
My head falls back with a groan.
“Hang on to me,” he says and tugs my ass off the edge enough to slide into me in one fast thrust.
I hold on the best that I can while he drives into me.
The sound of our bodies slapping together is loud enough to drown out the music of the record playing in the living room.
“Yes, Boss, please,” I say because he’s worked me up to the point where I’m already reaching climax.
“Lift your shirt. Let me see your glorious tits, Ma Chérie.”
I do, and he descends on them, latching on like a hungry man before a four-course meal.
His teeth graze over one of my nipples and Elias moans, clearly feeling my pussy walls work around him.
“Choke me,” I say, and he doesn’t think twice.
His large hands wrap around my throat, and he squeezes.
“Tap my arm if it’s too much,” he says.
I barely hear him because I’m lost in ecstasy. I’ve never been fucked like this... He’s feral, his hips jerking into me as my ass hangs off the kitchen island. His hands—that have caused many deaths—tight around my throat. He could easily squeeze harder and kill me. The thought excites me and sends me over the edge.
He releases my neck and pauses while my walls massage his cock, then he picks up his thrusts to chase his own release.
It doesn’t take long.
One last pump, and he stills while he pours cum inside me.
He buries his face in my neck, breathing hard. To be fair, he did all the work, holding up all 250 pounds of me.
Not to mention he just had an allergic reaction. He should be taking it easy, not dancing and fucking.
“Fuck, Sage, that was good.”
The timer on the pizza oven dings, and I burst out laughing.
“Perfect timing,” I say.
