Page 73 of My Sweetest Obsession
Her legs tremble.
Her pussy clasps and pulses around me, seeking more.
Demanding it the same way I am each and every breath that falls from her mouth into mine.
She whimpers against my lips, and I squeeze her ass with my hand still there and tighten my grip on her cheek with the other, trying to hold her steady, to get her there. But I can feel her building frustration, despite how incredible this feels for both of us.
It isn’t enough.
My cock may be ready to fucking explode deep in her cunt, but Ivy needs something more.
I tear my mouth from hers, tilting her face until her hazy gaze meets mine. “Do you need it harder, Ivy?”
“I need…” She shakes her head, her eyes closing tightly as her hips continue to move with mine. “I need…”
She can’t get the words out, but I don’t need her to.
Rolling us carefully to the side, I pull out and shift behind her up onto my knees. The mattress dips beneath my weight, and I slide my hands under her hips, helping her slide up onto her forearms so she’s in the perfect position for me to thrust into her. My cock bottoms out inside her, so fucking deep and tight it feels like a vise constricting around it.
“Fucking hell, Ivy…”
She groans, rocking and adjusting her hips slightly until the head of my dick catches with my retreat. I grit my teeth, the heat at the base of my spine exploding out and threatening to undo all my willpower. But I refuse to give in to my own pleasure. I refuse to accept it when I’m here for her.
Instead, I plunge back into her again, sliding one hand around to cup her stomach. My fingers reverently stroke the expanding skin as I pump up into her, and she clutches the sheets in her hands, pressing her cheek into the mattress as silent cries fall from her parted lips.
If her hips weren’t rolling so hard to meet each drive of mine, I’d be worried I’m hurting her, but she moves faster, slamming against me harder and harder as she chases her release.
But something is holding her back.
Whether it’s conscious or not, her body is ready, but something is preventing her from letting go of all the coiled tension.
My hand drifts lower until I find her clit, and I glide my fingers across it rapidly as I kiss my way to her ear and suck the lobe between my teeth, grazing it gently. “Just remember you hate me, Ivy. Fuck me like you hate me, if that’s what you need.”
She shakes her head and whimpers, biting her bottom lip so hard I worry her teeth might break through it as she rolls her hips harder, thrusting back to meet every drive up of my hips.
A sob finally tears out of her, muffled against the bed but still ringing in my ears. “I do hate you…”
I plunge into her, stealing her breath for a moment, but as I withdraw, she shakes her head again, tears sliding down her face.
“I fucking hate you for how much you made me care about you. For how much you made me trust you. For how much you made me need you. I. Fucking. Hate. You. Camden. Usher.”
Those words are the dam breaking—for both of us.
Just different kinds.
She comes on a silent gasp, her body jerking in my hold as I continue to drive into her, holding her tightly to me, twisting and rolling my fingers across her clit to drag it out until she finally comes down to earth.
And I’m still rock-hard embedded inside her.
Unable to come.
Unable to find what she did when what she said rings in my ears, and I hear the truth of every syllable.
She sags and rolls onto her side, my cock sliding from inside her. Heavy breaths slip from her parted lips. Her chest heaves, and half-lidded eyes watch me with such a confusing mix of emotions.
All I know is I have to go.
I climb off the bed and grab my jeans, tugging them on and tucking my slick, still-hard cock into them. Her unsure gaze follows my every move, but it’s the combination of hatred and lust in her eyes that can’t be separated that ultimately prevents me from saying anything.
