Page 158 of Obsession
I’ll never get over how perfect she is.
She whimpers when I bury my dick balls-deep in her cunt and squeeze her ass hard.
“You’re a whore for my cock, aren’t you, Savannah?”
“You’re so full of yourself,” she whimpers, trying to look at me over her shoulder.
Amused by her attitude, I smack her again before pulling out and dragging my wet dick through her slit, coating her asshole in her own arousal. I press forward and she tenses up as she holds her breath.
I seize her chin and tilt her head back so she gazes up at me.
My teeth sink into her plump lip, and I press forward, breaching her tight ring of muscles, “Tell me you don’t want it. I can see it in your eyes.”
Her breath hitches. “It hurts.”
I bite back a groan. “Relax for me, baby. You’re doing so well.”
Kissing her at this angle is awkward at best, even when she melts in my arms and relaxes around me.
“Good girl,” I whisper on a forward thrust. “You feel so good.”
“Robbie,” she whines, her shaky breaths trembling against my lips.
I start slow, owning her ass with deep, long strokes that make me see stars. Strokes that send shudders rushing through my body. “Fuck, Savannah.”
“Harder, Robbie.”
Pulling on her long hair, I take her ass harder while biting and kissing her neck. I mark her perfect skin. Lost in her and the sunrise and the waves lapping at the shore.
I trail a hand between her legs and drag my fingers over her swollen clit. “You bring me to my damn knees, Mrs. Meyers.”
“And you bring me to mine, Mr. Meyers.”
My lips spread into a smile against her neck, and I strum her clit as I look past her at the sunrise. “The day you let the priest marry us on this beach, you made me the happiest man alive.”
Yes, life has turned out well. Needham handed us our fake passports and hugged us goodbye. Two weeks later, we stepped off the plane in a country without an extradition law.
I always promised her I would keep her safe from the world, safe from heartbreak and disappointment. And that’s a promise I intend to keep.
“My wife,” I breathe, sliding my fingers through her wetness and sinking them deep inside her, feeling her tight walls pulse around my digits with every snap of my hips. “My future.”
She comes, crying out my name. My real name. A name we don’t use outside of the bedroom anymore to protect this sacred life we’ve built.
But in this moment, with my cock and fingers buried inside her and my lips smiling against the crook of her neck, she moans my name for the neighbors to hear.
A notorious name that went down in history long ago as one of the most feared names of our times, yet here she is, moaning it with such reverence as though the monster hiding inside me has ceased to exist. But we both know it hasn’t, just like hers hides in the shadows, too.
Always watching and waiting.
“Fuck, Savannah,” I grunt, releasing inside her.
Pleasure locks every muscle in my body.
I grab her throat from behind and sink my teeth into her neck as the orgasm washes over me.
It’s too much.
It’s not enough.
