Page 43 of Unruly Obsession
I wonder if Lily truly comprehends how much blood stains my hands. If she did, I doubt she’d so freely invite me into her space like this. Or maybe little Miss Perfect is rebelling, and if she wants to use me as some kind of distraction, then I’ll gladly oblige.
If she’s already on the descent to ruin, then why shouldn’t I get on my knees and show her how good it can taste?
It’s not like she'll be in this darkness with me forever.
It’s only a matter of time until she gasps for air and returns to the world she’s meant for.
I slowly guide my other hand down the dress.
Her gaze lowers as heat infuses her skin, and I tighten my hold on her throat, forcing her eyes to spring to life.
“Don’t look away from what I’m about to do to you. You’re going to take your punishment in full. Do you understand?” I say as my hand curls beneath the dress and pulls it up over her hips.
She swallows but nods as I begin to circle her clit. I look down at the white lace underwear as I slip a finger under it and rub against her wet cunt.
“Already soaking for me, Sunshine,” I praise, my cock twitching at the sight of her reddening cheeks. “Not used to dirty talk, huh?”
“You’re just… a lot,” she whispers.
“And to think I was about to sit down on that stool, bend you over my knee, and spank the brat out of you for that shit you pulled in the jewelry store.”
“It’s Cartier,” she corrects.
I thrust a finger inside her, and she gasps as I tighten the grip around her throat. “I don’t give a fuck what it’s called. You were being a brat.”
She’s fucking soaking my hand. So fucking perfect and tight. My cock painfully strains against my zipper, wanting to be inside her, forcing her into submission, but I know I’m too much for this little princess.
“Now what do you say?” I croon as I slip a second finger into her.
“Oh my God,” she says on a moan as her head falls back to hit the mirror. Her hips begin to rock back and forth against my hand—such a needy little creature. I lean into her, my hot breath brushing against her neck as I get high from her floral scent.
“What do you say when someone gets you a gift, Sunshine?”
“Oh fuck,” she says quietly, and I can’t help the smug smile that tugs at my lips at making her curse. Her hands wrap around my neck as she pulls me in closer. “Thank you,” she whispers, half dazed.
There’s a gentleness she embraces me with that I don’t entirely feel comfortable with, so I focus on what I can do for her instead. Probably what most men can’t.
I pick up my pace as I whisper into her ear, “You’re going to soak my hand like a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
I want to force her tight little cunt around my cock, but this isn’t about my gratification. No, it’s about her release. Her pleasure. Because I’ve never seen this woman light up like she does when she’s being set free.
“Stain this dress from the inside out.”
“Yes.” Her breathing becomes heavier.
Fuck it. I can’t wait any longer. I drop to my knees, withdrawing my fingers and hooking her leg over my shoulder, widening her hips. Finally, I get to taste her. I’ve been imaginingwhat she tastes like ever since the night she straddled me in that park almost two years ago.
“I want… I want you,” she pants.
My cock twitches at the soft neediness of her request.
Maybe I’m a masochist, but right now I only care about her pleasure. It’s not a line I can cross.
“You’re being punished, remember? You don’t get my cock tonight, sweetheart,” I tell her before dipping my head between her thighs. Her nails immediately curl into my shoulders as I feast on her. Fuck me, she’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. I grip her ass, eating her out like a starved man.
I suck at her clit, rewarded with tiny whimpers as her breathing chops in and out. Her body is so responsive to my touch, teetering on the edge. I want to see her come undone. My cock throbs painfully as I devour her; sucking, tugging, and teasing.
