Page 35 of Twisted Obsession

Stunned, my gasps of excitement fought each other to escape my throat. For the second time tonight, I found myself in nothing but my bra and panties, standing under Ansel’s heated gaze.

He stepped back when he’d destroyed my dress to his satisfaction. His movement freed me and allowed me to force cool calming air into my lungs. Like everything he did, Ansel didn’t rush the process of taking off his blazer and shirt. Once he had them off, I feasted on his shirtless form under the dim lighting.

Being ripped from my dress had already been forgotten. My gaze raked over his right shoulder and arm that presented a sleeve of tattoos. There were a few other tattoos sprinkled over his body, but most were confined to his right arm. Clouded with lust, my eyes were too busy roaming to think about what would happen next.

Rippling muscles, taut abs, and unclothed tanned skin. His well-defined six-foot-three frame had me drooling. A steady vibration floated over my body as the pounding between my legs was in a race with the pounding in my chest.

“Keep your eyes on mine, Gina,” he commanded while his intense gaze steadied mine. The sharp inflection of his voice revealed that I’d been given a command and not a request. It wasn’t easy, but I concentrated on keeping my gaze on his.

“Yes, Sir,” I answered. My voice trembled, so thick with lust, I didn’t recognize it. The buckle of his belt being undone sounded before his zipper slid down. He pulled the belt from his pants and looped it around one hand as his deliberate gaze remained locked on mine. What was he going to do with that belt?

My held breath was released when he decided to toss the belt and tugged at his pants. He had other plans for me. When he bent to take his pants the rest of the way down, I glanced down, helpless to stop myself.

The back of his head and his chiseled back was all that I’d spied in my attempt. My head snapped up so he wouldn’t catch me looking when he returned to his standing position.

He’d freed himself and my curiosity to see his dick was overwhelming. My desire to glance down was so great, I needed a crane to keep my head lifted as I fought to keep my gaze aligned with his.

He made more of the space between us disappear, increasing my need to see what he’d been hiding in his pants. He gripped my hand, much like he had the first day we’d met, and directed it towards the area I fought not to glance at.

My palm opened, and I allowed him to slide my hand down until it swept the top, so warm and hard and velvety. It glided under my hand like a living thing. When I attempted to close my fist all the way, I swallowed a lump of…oh shit!

Ansel gripped my wrist and slid my hand down, inching it over the warm fleshy grooves. Each time I assumed I’d get to the end and reach the head, I didn’t. A mix of confused excitement hit me. Was my mind tricking me into thinking I’d calculated more length than my hand measured?

When my hand slid to the smooth, leaking head, Ansel squeezed his hand around mine to tighten my fingers around it. He took in a deep sip of air that caused my fingers to spring open. I had to see it. I needed to see if what my hand slid down was all of him.

My gaze shot down and my lips fell apart in a wide O. Although his body blocked the majority of the lighting, it didn’t hide what my eyes confirmed. I wasn’t imagining the pole my hand had been caressing.

Ansel placed a finger under my chin and lifted my head so that I could meet his gaze like I was supposed to have been doing in the first place. I’d be punished for disobeying, but I couldn’t help myself.

“You’re going to pay for that,” he stated, confirming what I already knew.

I gulped, unable to think past the image of his dick. Did he have a direct line to the dick gods? It was so pink and thick and long that my mouth went dry, causing my tongue to stick to the roof of my mouth as my lady parts screamed for help.

Ansel gripped my wrist in a tight hold and placed my hand back on his dick. He inched closer, leaving me no other option but to grip it tighter.

His whisper trifled with my earlobe. “Think like the doctor for a moment because she knows that it’s all going in.” He paused letting those words sit in my brain for a second. “Now, I need you to think like my Gina. Gina knows I’m going to stretch that pussy so good that it’s going to explode around my dick and beg for more in the process.”

My knees went weak, and my constricted airway kept me from breathing. My chest rose and fell hard, my heart fighting to keep up with the lust and excitement whirling through me.

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