Page 83 of Their Stolen Obsession
What a goddamn relief, but Christ, I was still horny.
Liv was wet. Her pretty pink world was wide open as she trembled all over, and I wanted to bury my face in her cunt. Not only because Liv had come with my name on her fucking lips, but she was going for orgasm number two. It was Saint’s turn to blow his load, and I passed him the oil bottle with my jizz in it.
Forty-Three
Her Predator
Saint
Liv was everything I had remembered. Vibrant, sexy, risky, and extremely willing. She was fucking slick with her juice leaking down onto the leather and her ass slipping down in the seat. She was no longer in a seated position, but slouched down, legs spread, hips thrusting, and the towel had fallen open.
A titty had come out to play, and I wanted to cup it. To grope the skin, knead the nipple, and suck on it. Her sweet little rose bud begged for my teeth to graze against the erect skin and leave her whimpering for more, but I couldn’t touch her. Liv had to stay under the impression she was one hundred fucking percent alone.
Everything about this plan had gone better than I had expected. Sure, we got to touch Liv and keephandsyLeooff her, but watching her please herself wasn’t on our radar. This was all Liv, and I was damn amazed by our girl because she was doing so well that I ached to tell her.
My dick throbbed to praise her.
Liv was such a good fucking little slut.
The plan was obvious. I saw Sin rub one out into the glass jar, and I knew what I had to do. I was in sync with my best friend—we were like yin and yang. Plus, I wassoaddicted, absolutely obsessed, and fucking down bad for everything about Liv. Even the way she couldn’t stop herself from dipping a finger in between her slick folds.
Sweet Jesus fucking Christ.
I needed a release. The sexual tension coursed through me while perspiration coated my forehead as I jerked on my cock, and the friction made my balls pull up tightly against me. With a locked jaw and clenched teeth, I thrust repeatedly into my hand, ready to explode.
“Oh…” Liv whimpered repeatedly.
The tones of her cries of pleasure were delicious like honey and had me licking at the air. I imagined her lips against my tongue, and I dove right in like a madman starved for a sweet treat. Fuck. I wanted her badly.
The sounds of Liv grew animalistic. My surprise stemmed from the fact that no one barged in and discovered this erotic scene. A sexual frenzy of three unhinged lovers connected through a magnetic wave of passion, who were destined to be together for all of eternity. Nothing could stop us, not even the fear of getting caught because we weren’t afraid of anything after surviving hell and living to talk about it.
Liv climbed closer toward her second release. Her first orgasm had almost been the tipping point for me, but Sin’s name had stopped me. That climax was meant for him.
This time, I knew she’d be imagining me, and Liv had to be because I was the only other she desired. The angel of darkness who makes her peak, and I loved to have my face between her legs. I bet she was thinking about my tongue, grazing her clit between my teeth and tugging until she withered in ecstasy. She always tried to hold back how much she loved my mouth against her sweet heat, but she never could. Every damn time, she gave into me. She made the noises she was making right now, and I had memorized them to aT.
Liv was about to shatter in three, two, one.
“Oh, Saint!” She came for me, moaning my name repeatedly and gasping with her hard release.
I beat my meat right into that damn jar, and I pounded my motherfucking cock until there was no more cum left. The bottle was full. Mixed with a load of each of us and some oily lubrication for Liv.
My nostrils flared as I came down from my sexual satisfaction, and I sat the bottle on a table that was close by. I left my cock out of my pants because I was still hard as a fucking rock, and so was my best friend. We wanted more, and we couldn’t help ourselves. Liv was goddamn special to us, and we wanted to fill her full until she burst, but she wasn’t ready. We had to respect her wishes.
God help me, I wanted to drill Liv hard until her teeth chattered, her booty bounced, and her tits jiggled to my satisfaction. I wanted to fuck her raw, bare, without protection, and with no regrets, because she was ours. Body, mind, heart, and soul.
Forty-Four
Their Universe
Liv
Wow. I came. Twice.
Fuck. I felt amazing. Alive, free, safe, but left in disbelief. I couldn’t believe I got off in a public space. Anyone could’ve walked into room 106 and saw me in the middle of pounding my clit with a massage gun like there was no tomorrow.
What the fuck was I thinking?
Simple. I wasn’t. I had been thinking aboutthem. My phantoms. Each of their names still burned on my lips, and I grew embarrassed. Heat raced through me as I collected myself and fixed the fallen towel. I sat up straight in the chair, still in full massage mode below me and tried to calm down.
