Page 125 of Their Stolen Obsession
“Yes.” Liv licked her lips.
Jesus. I wanted to shove my dick deep into her throat, and I had a hard time resisting the urge to ram into her mouth. To take what I fucking needed and not give a damn.
Instead, I exhaled, “Well, go on then, darling. Daddy is waiting.”
I couldn’t help nudging the tip closer toward her mouth as Liv parted her lips, and I got ready to take the plunge. The anticipation coursed through my body at a fast rate, and I was unsure I could contain the beast that wanted to ruin her pretty made-up face. As her red juicy lips stretched to wrap around my massive cock, I held back, and I let her take me in inch by fucking inch. The deeper she went, the more I tensed, and the monster rose inside of me, eager to escape.
“Christ, Liv, your mouth spreads so wide, but let’s go a little deeper,” Sin expressed with hunger in his voice, and he pushed on the back of her head. “I want to watch you fucking choke on Saint’s cock.”
Liv whimpered but swallowed me up.
Liv gagged as Sin repeatedly pressed on her head and hit her gag reflex. Her eyes were closed as I admired the glimmer of water formulating behind her eyelids and tears slid out of them. I held still, taut with tension from holding back while she made sounds that were out of this world.
“Fuck.” I groaned, diving my fingers into her hair. “Yes, take me in.”
Liv kept choking on me, and Sin wouldn’t let her up for air. She needed to breathe.
I pulled back as my cock came out of her mouth and saliva dribbled out of the sides of her lips. Herred lipstick had smeared, but she was damn gorgeous with mascara running down her cheeks that I couldn’t give her space.
I slapped her cheek with my dick.
“Saint!” Liv gasped. “Quit that.”
“No fucking way.” I tapped my cock off her lips with a grin.
Liv went to swat at my junk, but Sin caught her by the wrist. He tsked at her and told her to be good for me. A good girl got all the praise, but we loved when she was a goddamn brat. The spunk, sass, and fucking witty comebacks made the game that much more rewarding. By the glint in her saucy eyes, I knew she loved being damn defiant and putting up a fight. She wanted me to push her to the limit, and I wanted to put her in her place.
Sin asked, “Taste good, sweetheart?”
“Almost…” Liv answered as her teary eyes peered up at me, and she ran her hands up my thighs. “If he didn’t hold back the damn savage asshole I know he can be.”
Game on.
“Oh, darling…” My hoarse tone was thick in the nighttime air as I ran a thumb across her lips and smudged the red color down to her chin. “You know me too well. Open for me.”
I forced my thumb into her mouth, past her teeth, and I pressed her lower jaw down.Look at Liv, stretched and pretty, but not enough for me.I needed more space with a ten-inch goddamn masterpiece.
“Wider,” I commanded and slapped the tip of my cock off her nose.
Liv squeaked.
“Pucker,” Liv said, her voice muffled.
I laughed at her inability to call me afuckerbecause of my hand clenching her jaw and spreading Liv open. Liv thrashed in my grasp, but I was too strong for her. Sin got hold of her hands and placed them behind her back. He pulled them downward and made her push out her tits toward me.
Ah, yes.Liv’s taut nipples pressed up against the fabric of her dress and those pebbles were so damn sweet looking.
I yanked on her hair as Liv gasped while I took my finger out of her mouth and ran my hand down her neck. As her racing pulse quickened, I ventured lower toward the valley of her cleavage. A finger traced the crevice between her breasts, and they bounced with each breath she took in anticipation of what I’d do. I cupped her tit, then felt up the other and kneaded her nipples between my fingertips.
Liv moaned.
Fuck.
The sound escaping her partially parted lips made my dick throb, and I wanted her. I needed her mouth badly. But first, I had to make Liv squirm.
I pinched her buds until she flinched in pain and cried out for me to stop. I slowly rubbed her nipples to ease the agony I had inflicted, causing her to whimper with pleasure. That was our little game. Inflicting pain brings Liv toward ecstasy, unlike any sensation she had ever known.
How goddamn glorious Liv was, all perched up on the bike with nowhere to run. Not a single place to hide, and no one to turn to but us. Her backside curved, head tossed back, eyes closed, and she whimpered in bliss. She was perfect, every man’s dream, but she wasours.
