Page 59 of Twisted Obsession

“Where do you want it, Gina?”

He knew where I wanted it, but he was determined to prolong my suffering to remind me of his dominance over me. My shaky hand rose and pointed to my mouth. He did well to hide his surprise, but his dick told on him when it jumped at my suggestion.

“You want it in your mouth? You nasty little freak.”

“Yes, Sir. May I please have a taste?”

I may not have had an all-around explosive sex life, but I’d gotten a lot of practice with oral sex from an overly active college boyfriend that I wasn’t ready to hand my virginity to. Oral sex became my substitute until I was ready. Thankfully, I’d held my virtue for a better candidate because my so-called boyfriend had been cheating on me anyway.

My gaze followed Ansel’s movements when he stepped away and returned with his folded wet pants. He placed them on the wet balcony floor between us.

His voice rang out over the falling droplets as his finger pointed at my makeshift kneepad. “On your knees. Now!”

I assumed my position, placing my knees atop the wet cushion he’d laid out. On the way down, my gaze strolled over his rippling abs and stopped at the splendid constructed piece aimed at my mouth.

“May I put it in my mouth, Sir?”

“Yes, you may,” he answered, stroking the top of my wet hair as he brushed soaked strands from my face.

My anxious hands glided down, from head to base, making him take a deep sip of air. The rain aided in making it slick. A few light strokes and I leaned in, letting my tongue lap at the fat pink head as I glanced up at him through wet lashes.

He tasted like he looked; a side of hot sin with a sweet aftertaste. It was a taste I’d crave long after we were done. I fed more of his thick dick into my mouth, my hungry tongue sliding along the hard underside as my hands massaged what was left exposed.

My gaze lifted and met his, observing his reactions to the way I pleasured him. My cheeks drew in to suck harder, while my hands worked with a firmer intensity to ensure I didn’t leave any part of him untouched. When the head grazed the back of my throat, a shiver coursed through him and motivated me to repeat the action, allowing his head to poke the slick warm wetness of my throat.

“Shit, Gina,” rushed out as my gaze brushed over his fist, clenched at his side. His other hand was tangled in my hair, as his grip grew tighter. With his head in my throat, I moaned over it, making him thrust forward. At least an inch went down my throat and my body heaved as I gagged on his length, but it didn’t stop me from continuing my job.

With my mouth stuffed, I let the head tickle my throat until the demanding flesh pushed past my ability to maintain my gag reflex. My harsh breaths passed through my nose to keep him in place.

My lashes fought the rain to view his reaction as I strengthened my suction and worked my hands back and forth and around. He grew harder at my added pressure, and throaty groans escaped him. I wanted to please him as much as I wanted to bring him to the brink, just as he’d done me.

Saliva drizzled down my chin when I eased his length out, sucking hard before I puckered my lips and placed a kiss on the tip. My tongue teased, folded around, and cradled the head as my hands massaged with a focused pace.

He released a series of low hisses when I slurped while easing it back into my hungry mouth. His every wince, moan, cry, and clench, urged me to work harder, suck harder, and give him more pleasure.

My right hand slid with delicate ease over his balls until I cupped and massaged them. They danced against my palm as I sent his stiff length speeding into my mouth so that it would collide against the back of my throat.

“Dammit, Gina, fuck!” he roared as his body folded forward and his left leg started to shake.

His grip tightened in my hair, pulling hard enough to elicit a tolerable pain. I worked my hands faster as I massaged his head with my tonsils, edging as much of him in as I could tolerate. I forced so much of his dick down my throat, the tip of my tongue tickled his balls. Sucking, slurping, gagging, and massaging, I worked him over with a relentless intensity until I felt his balls tightening and his body trembling.

He pulled himself free of my mouth and hands, seconds before he came, seconds before I intended to stop. His dick bobbed up and down as he struggled to breathe, his breaths escaping into the rainy night. The moment his accusing glare fell on me, I knew he’d figured out my intentions.

“You knew that your head game was fire and tried to use it to seek revenge,” he stated through rushed breaths. “You sneaky little devil. That was clever. No one, but Gina would take such a calculated risk and plot revenge. But remember this, Gina, whatever punishment I inflict on you, I’ve already applied to myself in some way.”

My plan had backfired, and I’d manage to do nothing but add to the stack of punishments he had in store.

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