Page 48 of Deadly Obsession
I oblige, whipping her ass over and over until my palm stings and Sage’s ass is burning red.
I slide my finger into her dripping cunt, lathering it up so I can sink it into her asshole. While massaging her aching skin, I pump the digit in and out of the tight ring of muscles.
“Yes, Elias, like that,” she huffs.
I pick up speed and move my other hand to her clit, pressing my thumb down and caressing it in circles.
When I sense Sage is close, I stop.
“No!” Sage whines.
“On the bed,” I say, removing my fingers from her ass and helping her off my lap.
“I thought you said we weren’t going to make love.”
“I lied about lying.”
She rolls her eyes. “So wearegoing to make love? And who says making love anyway? Just say we’re going to fuck.”
I laugh, slightly deranged sounding, but it only causes her to roll her eyesagain.
I gently push her, and she falls onto the bed. “We’re going to go slow. I’m going to make sure you have no doubt that I will be the last man whose cock gets milked by that sweet pussy. Do you understand me, Ma Chérie?”
She adjusts herself until she’s in the middle of the mattress, shaking her head.
“You’re insane.”
I crawl in between her legs, tearing open the condom I grabbed from the drawer of the bedside table.
“Youmake me insane,” I say.
Once protection is on, I line the head of my cock to her opening.
“You can’t be saying shit that sounds like a proposal.”
I thrust into her, and she throws her head back and screams.
“Is that what you want? For me to propose to you?”
“No,” she says on a grunt.
I pump into her casually, grabbing her hips and holding her down.
“Give me a couple months, and I’ll change your mind.”
“Shut up,” she groans, and I chuckle.
I pause my pumping, which angers her even more.
“Stop torturing me, asshole!”
Bending so my body covers hers, I hook my arms under her armpits, allowing us to be face to face.
She kisses me out of fury, biting down hard enough to break skin and make my lip bleed. But she doesn’t pull away. She kisses me aggressively, and that’s my cue to resume fucking her. Slow but rough to start as we explore each other’s mouths.
Then I pick up speed, and she ends the kiss to scream her pleasure. I use the moment to trail my lips down her neck and across her chest, taking a nipple into my mouth and grazing my teeth over the sensitive peak.
Sage arches off the bed and claws her nails down my back. I don’t like being touched on my back—or my front, really—because of the scars my father left, but the urge to push her hands away isn’t there right now.
