Page 82 of Their Stolen Obsession
I didn’t know when Leo would return and he gave me no instructions of what to do. He left me solo with a familiar ache in my belly, coiling and wanting to explode. I had no one to help me except this fucking device that kept bringing sensations to me I had missed. I forgot how powerful I once was being in charge of a man making me come. The wetness between my thighs made me want to give in and do something about the sexual frustration I was experiencing deep down inside.
No one was here. I was completely alone.
I knew I shouldn’t, but the temptation was right in between my thighs and vigorously vibrating. My skin was damn pleasing with beads of sweat coating my upper lip and my fucking cunt screamed at me to give me. To take what I wanted and everything that I had needed. The head of the gun moved on its own toward my most sensitive area, climbing higher and closer while my breathing picked up.
I couldn’t fight the urge, the need to self please because I hadn’t experienced pleasure in a long time. Pure ecstasy left me feeling alive, wild and free. The same way my phantoms had made me when they had brought havoc into my life and stole my heart. I needed this. I wanted an orgasm and to make myself come after the shockwaves rocked through mysystem. Maybe then I could let Sin and Saint fuck me until I was numb. Until I couldn’t walk straight and we’d do unspeakable raunchy positions all over again.
I wanted my phantoms, my predators so damn badly, and I moved the pulsating gun over my clit. Right where I yearned for pleasure because I held the power. I was in control and I’d take my life back.
Forty-Two
Her Predator
Sin
Ididn’t leave Liv’s room, and neither did Saint. We waited, lurking, and watched her give into her need. The pleasure we knew wreaked havoc in our little obsession. She needed the release, to explode in shockwaves after shockwaves over her extremely aroused body.
Goosebumps rose all over her taut flesh, her nipples poked against that goddamn white towel I wanted to rip off her. She bit her damn lip and probably drew blood. I knew her; we craved her, and her sexual tension was pent up. She was fucking frustrated she couldn’t hold out once I brought the massage gun closer to her sweet, slick cunt.
So we acted likeLeo, that poor mother fucker who got in our way, and we went out for a brief break. Left Liv with the illusion she was alone to massagethe tension rippling through her and give her the opportunity to indulge in fucking herself with the massage gun—a goddamn vibrating sex toy invented for the pussy.
Liv’s wet pink world.
Fuck. I missed her beautiful cunt. Those tight lips wrapped around my cock, pounding into her hard and fast. Her doe eyes would be wide in shock at the size of me ramming into her repeatedly.
Damn. I was stiff inside of my sweatpants, forming a goddamn tent. Precum soaked through the gray material and left a stain.
Shit. I might come in my pants.
I pulled down the elastic band of my joggers and my briefs went with it, and, in one swift motion, my massive cock was free. My tongue shot out of my mouth and licked at my dry lips because, goddamn, I was horny.
Especially when Liv opened her legs wider as her glorious pussy glistened in the candlelight, and she pressed the massage gun right against her clit. Christ. The long, aching moan escaping her mouth almost did me in.
Liv took her lower lip between those gorgeous pearly whites and swiveled her hips. She arched her backside as the back of her head dug into the seat and her knees were bent. Our girl had fully immersedherself in ecstasy. She circled her hips, slowly rotated her clit around the head of the gun, and it pounded against her. The sensation made her groan and forced her to press a hand over her mouth while she rode against the device I had given to her.
Liv needed to be in control, and she wanted to be alive. We desired to have our girl back. To touch her, pleasure her, fuck her, and be one with her.
Liv’s knees shook, and she was in full thrust mode now. Liv went to town with the massage gun. Her disheveled hair and the creaking leather seat couldn’t conceal her pretty mouth.
“Yes!” Liv cried out repeatedly.
Shit. I was going to come. My cock jerked when she moaned, and I grazed the tip of my dick. More precum.
Fuck.
I wanted to jerk off in her face and come all over her aroused body, but I couldn’t. I had to remain hidden—a goddamn shadow stalking her most personal moment with my best friend a few feet away. Within this hot as fuck moment, viewing the woman I cherished most in this world getting her pussy off in a goddamn massage parlor, I saw a bottle of massage oil.
An idea hit me.
Inspiration sparked from Liv humping the massage gun while she whimpered all kinds of sexy shit, and I realized this erotic massage must go on. We all deserved a fucking happy ending.
Sneakily, I grabbed a bottle of oil and opened the lid. I stroked my cock and watched Liv rock against the gun, imagining my cock sliding into her, where I’d pound in quick succession over and over again. I’d ram her G-spot and make her body quake like she was in that goddamn chair, and she’d scream.
“Sin!” Liv cried out—forreal.
I came. Shot cum right into the bottle, and my seed mixed in with the oil. The release made me jerk until I was empty.
Fuck.
