Page 75 of Twisted Obsession

Hearing her giggle after her story filled me with a joy I’d never experienced. I’d been serious, despite making her laugh. Hell, I was already beating men in public places over her. The world wouldn’t be a safe place if she were to become my woman.

My ass wasn’t stable enough to handle a relationship. I was like plutonium; expose me to the wrong elements, and there goes half the planet.

When our lips unlocked and her gaze met mine, she noticed that I was serious, but she didn’t care. She laid those eyes on me with so much care in them that a pulse of emotions reached into my body and squeezed my heart so tight, I couldn’t take my next breath.

On the verge of passing out from the overwhelming impact, Regina leaned in and placed her soft, lush lips atop mine. The kiss was light, but the depth of the emotion she’d put behind it wasn’t missed.

The emotional side of this session needed to be blown to hell. Emotions were like sneaky little truth-inducing stimulants. They were much like alcohol when it took over your mind and led you to saying shit that should stay buried. Besides, I was ready to get this normal people fucking started already so I could get back to the business of dominance and obedience.

“Regina, I need you on my dick right now!” I commanded, grinding my dick against her pussy, stirring her wetness. The lace of her soaked panties blocked my entrance. When she eased back, aiming to get up, I stopped her.

“Condom,” she whispered.

I took her chin in my hand to ensure her gaze met mine. My other hand was at her panties, slipping them to the side.

“You trust me?”

Her whole body fluttered when my finger slipped over her clit and spread her wetness.

“Yes,” she whispered while nodding her head, her teeth buried in her bottom lip.

With a firm grip on her and one around my dick, I aligned us. Her pussy was so hot for me that the heat from it warmed my dick head.

Putting us out of our misery, I thrust my hips up and slid into her wet tightness. We moaned into each other’s mouths as she pushed the rest of the way down my dick.

Jesus!She was so warm and wet; my toes were already curling into the floor.

She allowed me to impale her for as far as my dick could go at this angle. I steadied her and shivered, loving the way her pussy squeezed me. Without a condom, her silky walls felt like they were laced with magic. Her slippery heat produced a thrill I’d never experienced, a buzz that I wanted to overdose on. There was no doubt about it; I was buried in one of the great marvels of the world.

My fingers tightened around her sides when I was ready for her to move. It was time she showcased her riding skills. She started slow and unsure, rocking with ease like she was afraid she’d hurt me.

“You’re not going to hurt me, use your hips,” I urged. “Don’t be afraid of the dick. Show me that you want it. Tell me how much you like it.”

“Like this,” she asked as lust dripped from her voice like wax melting from a candle.

“Yes. Shit. Just like that.” I cheered her on because she’d fucking listened. My body slid down a notch to spread my legs wider so I could open her and go deeper. I palmed her plump cheeks, giving her another small nudge of encouragement.

“I’ve never had it this good. I love it,” she revealed. Her words poured into my ears between moans and over her gasps. I tasted her truth on the tip of my tongue, sensed it in the soft billowing flow of her body, and heard it in the delicate tone of each moan. Regina was all mine.

I poured power into my upward thrust, burying myself so deep, the head licked her back wall.

Only after I’d smacked her ass did I realize my mistake. Her pussy gripped my dick so hard it caused me to yell out, “Fuck, Regina!” Her muscles continued to squeeze my shit so tight, my back bowed as a growl became lodged in my throat. I gripped her arms, keeping her in place for a moment. I’d already broken the rules for her, but there was one I wouldn’t break. There was no way in hell I was coming before her.

There was power in the name of her pussy, and she was clueless. How do you tell a woman she was the best you’d ever had without sounding like a pussy-whipped wimp?

I hadn’t experienced a premature come situation since I was a loose-dick teenager, passing around dick like it was ten-cent candy.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, her face creased in concern when she noticed my tight grimace. The poor woman assumed she’d done something wrong. “I can go faster or harder if that’s what you want,” she offered.

Her endearing tone let me know that she meant every word. All she wanted to do was please me, but she was doing so much more. She was linking me to her, and it would be a motherfucker to let her go when the time came.

“You’re doing a great job. Keep going,” I complimented as I devoured her lush lips.

She started her slow movement again. Her pussy slipped up and over and around my dick as our lips and tongues did as much slipping and sliding.

When I assumed things couldn’t get any better, Regina worked her hips faster, throwing her pussy on me so good, I was about to bust a fucking lung I breathed so hard. I pried my lips apart from hers so I could breathe.

Her arms wrapped around my neck as her fingers dug into the top of my scalp. The positioning had her tits bouncing against my face as she massaged my dick, grinding it into her wet tightness with a desperate need that set my lust on fire and turned my desire into an inferno. I relished every tantalizing thrust, stroke, and wave. Her pussy was so juicy, the wetness dripped over my balls, making me want to go deeper even when I knew I was out of room.

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