Page 63 of Unruly Obsession
My smile stretches wider as I bend enough to cup her pussy. She inhales sharply, and I rub between her folds. “But you’re so fucking wet for me, sweetheart. You love it. Remove that posh little attitude when you’re on your knees in front of me, because the only thing your mouth is good for is sucking my cock.”
“And kissing,” she adds.
She's still defiant, but I realize that more than anything, my Sunshine needs a connection. I might not be arealboyfriend, but I can give and take a little, if only to coax out the brightest version of her. I wrap my hand around her throat and kiss her, ever so slowly cutting off her air supply. But she still eats away at me hungrily, letting me take and take like the good girl she is.
I bite her bottom lip and drag it through my teeth as I break the kiss and stare at her expectantly. She brings her bound wrists to her mouth and rips at the condom wrapper, making quick work of it. Then she kisses the tip of my cock, her tongue darting out to lick up the pre-cum. I hiss because this "innocent" woman knows exactly how to drive a man insane. The thought of her with anyone else brings a feral part of me to the surface, mixing with the fear of losing her tonight.
Once she slides the condom on, I grab her by her restraints, jerking her up. I spin her around, pressing her hips to the railing, forcing her to look out at the city she claims to love so much, the possibility of someone seeing us as I fuck her within an inch of her life only enhancing the encounter.
I sweep her hair to the side and then gently kiss down her neck, smirking with satisfaction as her pulse picks up when I line my cock with her wet little cunt. Her breath hitches, and I slowly nudge inside her, stretching her.
Her body stiffens, and I rest a hand on her hip, pulling her into me. I murmur encouraging words into her ear, doing everything in my power to restrain myself, giving her time to adjust before I turn into a madman.
I can’t explain why I’m offering her this mercy; she’s the only woman I’ve treated this way.
I jerk her backward, slamming her into me until I’m buried to the hilt, her tight walls squeezing my cock painfully hard.
“Fuck,” she curses.
“Does it hurt, sweetheart?” I ask as I slowly pull back out.
“Yes, but keep going,” she pleads as I use her hips to pull her back into me, our bodies slapping together.
I chuckle. “I never had any intention of stopping.”
I fuck her from behind, her bound hands coming to wrap around the back of my neck as she arches into me, as if using me as an anchor.
I pound into her, cursing silently at how incredible she feels. I pinch her nipple and then bring my hand down lower to rub and circle her clit.
“Oh, fuck me,” she moans.
Her pussy rewards me with wet sucking noises as the sound of the water lapping in the distance fades.
“Lorenzo.” Her voice trembles, and I know she’s close because her legs begin to quiver. But I’m not done with her. Not yet. I’m nothing if not a cruel man, letting her close to the edge, only to deny her—much like I'm doing to myself. I pull out of her and step back.
“You better not—” she begins, but I cut her off by angling her back and crushing my lips to hers, irritated by this ever-demanding mouth of hers.
She groans as I spin her to face me, pinning her back against the glass as I undo the binding on her wrists. The moment I do, her sharp, manicured nails pierce my shoulders, and I pick her up by the ass. Her legs naturally wrap around my waist, and one of her high heels, which she's had on this whole time, falls to the ground as I walk her over to the sunbed. I impale her with my cock as I press her into the cushion.
I slam into her as the last of my control snaps, forcing guttural screams to rip out of her, satisfied that I’m marking her with my bruising grip.
Her nails dig into my back, clinging for dear life, as I fuck her into oblivion, my cock making its way home every time.
Home.
I jerk into her, biting into her neck as I come. The moment my teeth sink into her flesh, she curses and cries out, her pussy milking my cock and her legs trembling around my waist as she rides her own high.
I’m breathing heavily as I realize we’ve slowed into a steady rhythm as our hips meet.
I’m royally fucked because I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to let her go after this.
She’s like my perfect personal sex toy.
But beyond that, there's something I don’t want to acknowledge in any way. That brief flashing sense ofhome.
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