Page 76 of Twisted Obsession

“Ansel! Oh God!” she yelled, her hot breath winding into my ear. I didn’t understand half of what she said in Spanish, but her body language translated loud and clear. She wavered over the edge of madness, about to come. So did I. My back started to tingle first before the sensation bounced around in the pit of my stomach and hit my dick with a fierce spark.

“Regina! Fuck! That’s it. Work that pussy on this dick!” I didn’t know how much longer I had in me. All I knew was it was seconds and not minutes. All that shit about being in control had gone clean out the window because Regina was controlling my dick with every movement of her body.

Holding back had never been a problem, but Regina’s pussy had my dick in a fucking chokehold so good, that happy bastard was down there in heavenly bliss not listening to a damn thing my mind had to say. I took one of her hard-tipped nipples into my mouth and sucked hard. The dam that retained our desire had busted wide open.

“Ansel! Ansel!” she repeated as I thrusted upwards as fast as I could, catching every twist, turn, and quake as she came hard, shaking as she gripped me tighter, holding me against her as she lost her mind.

When I could take no more, I threw my head back and released a loud, throat-scratching roar as the power of my orgasm started to take control, tightening my balls, readying them for a powerful eruption. My dick hammered inside her, striking against her walls as my body quivered from blinding pleasure.

A moment of clarity kicked me in the side of the head. I pushed Regina back as I yanked my dick out in the nick of time. I erupted so hard, hot cum shot up and over her stomach, over one of her tits, and up to her neck.

If I’d come inside Regina, with all the cum shooting from my dick, they may as well have started turning heaters on in hell. There was no doubt about it; that much strong nut would have fertilized every egg inside her. We needed to put some birth control on short order if we kept fucking like this.

We sat enjoying the aftermath of an incredible high, letting it fade naturally.

My aim had been to be tough on Regina. I’d attempted to be. All my tough talk about being brutal wasn’t a lie because I was normally a fucking raving lunatic. Regina though…her quiet feistiness and my respect for her tempered the way I treated her.

I cared enough about her not to push too far, or spank too hard, or choke too tight, or bite too deep. However, when it came to pounding her pussy, I couldn’t control my brutality. Besides, the freak in her could take it.

My eyes followed her finger as she used it to paint her nipple with my cum. When she lifted the finger and eyed me as her hot pink tongue lapped up my cum, she set off another explosion of lust within me.

There were no questions asked when I gripped her hand and led her towards my bedroom. I’d decided. When Aaron came to pick Regina up in a few days, she wasn’t going with him, period. If I needed to tie her sexy ass up and hold her hostage, so fucking be it, that’s what I’d do.

I’d had a lot of sex in my time, had fucked and trained many subs, had fucked half of Florida and most of California, but none held a candle to Regina. She’d broken through and dragged me from my own controlling mentality and urged me to let the fuck go.

No woman had ever connected with me like this. Our physical connection during sex was undeniable. Hell, we were putting a new spin on the definition of chemistry. We’d also connected on an emotional level during sex, which scared the ever-loving fuck out of me, but I took it because there was no getting around it.

The mental connection and understanding we had for each other when we were levelheaded and not lust-drunk was another twist to our relationship that continued to amaze me. Regina was my own personal beast-slayer, and if I had my way, I wasn’t ever letting her go.

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