Page 78 of Obliterated
“You like that, huh?” he rasps against my skin, voice graveled and dangerous. There’s a dare in it.
“Yes,” I rasp back, breathless and stupid with wanting. “More. Do it. I can take it.”
He answers by tightening, by biting me harder, his hips moving against mine as his hand claws at my hip so hard I swear it’s going to fucking bruise.
The world narrows to that bite, the heat, his smell, the press of him on me, thatfriction,and I can only gasp and moan at the ceiling, the way his dick feels against mine fucking undoing me.
He lifts his face, that hungry gaze searching mine, the darkness at the edges now, lips grazing mine. “How do I—” he starts, but then swallows.
“I’ve got olive oil in my bag,” I tell him, breathless, because I know what he means. And I need him to hurry the fuck up.
I use the few seconds he’s away from me to roll onto my stomach, push myself up on hands and knees. His sharp intake of breath when he’s back snags my gaze his way, cheeks flushing.
“Use one finger first,” I mutter as he wraps his fist around his dick, my focus zeroing in on it. “Then two. Scissor me. And when three goes easy, you can—you know.”
“Pound you into oblivion?” he actually fuckingsmirks.
My cheeks heat, and my voice comes out rough. “Something like that.”
He stalks over to me slow, predatory, and when he gets behind me on his knees, sinking into the mattress, I’m fucking lost. My heart hammers in my ears when I hear the bottle open, then goes haywire when his big hand finds my ass cheek, and it skips a beat when the cold oil hits my skin.
“Like this?” he murmurs, as I feel one finger sliding back and forth over my crack.
“Yeah, just like that.” I let my head fall forward with a moan as the tip of his finger slowly eases inside.
“Shit, this feels good,” he says, probing deeper, voice almost in wonder. “It’s fucking soft and warm and tight.”
“Yeah… imagine what your dick feels inside that,” I breathe, lowering on my elbows, giving myself to him even more.
A smack against my ass makes me gasp. “Always so fucking sassy,” he mutters, adding another finger while massaging my ass.
A shudder ripples across my back, and I drop my forehead to the mattress, a long moan ripping out of me as he starts pistoning in earnest.
“You like that, Kee?”
I can only fucking nod, too flushed to answer properly. His free hand snakes forward, finds my raging dick, gives it a hard squeeze.
“Hmm. yeah. Seems like youloveit. You’re a good fucking boy, aren’t you?”
I shudder at the praise and godsdamnedmewlwhen he slides another digit in, stretching me so damn good my knees go weak and my breath stutters. I’m needy, desperate, and so fucking ready for him.
The moment those fingers leave me, I feel hollow, empty, alone, but not for long. He lets go of my erection and a hot second later, he’s probing at my ass again with the tip of his dick. I stay still as he fills me up slowly, stretching me in ways I didn’tknow I wanted. I breathe through it, forehead to the bed, hand twisting in the sheets.
When he’s finally fully inside me, he doesn’t pull back. He stays locked, immovable, buried to the hilt and holding me there. Not because he can’t move, but because I think he wants me to feel him, to learn him in a single, brutal, exquisite pressure.
I melt around him, chest hollow, muscles humming, drinking the weight of him as his pulse thuds inside me and his thumbs massage my hips in a slow, lazy rhythm.
I’m so fucking full, and it’s so,sogood. It’s the best. It’s everything and fucking more. But I need him to fuckingmove.
“Fuck me, dammit. I can take it, Max,” I say for what feels like the billionth time. “Own me. Show me your fucking demons.”
The growl that rips from his chest is feral. “You want all of me, Kee?” he says low, almost sinister, moving in and out of me way too slowly. “You sure you can handle it?”
Instead of answering, I brace one hand against the headboard and impale myself on him the instant he moves forward.
A raw moan rips out of me; a guttural groan leaves him.
“As you fucking wish.” The chuckle that leaves his mouth as his hands start to really bruise my hips is savage. It’s all the warning I get before he pounces, unleashes his beast.
