Page 171 of Brutal Obsession

She’s cute when she’s annoyed.

“Grey—”

“I’ve got you,” I promise. “Relax.”

She pushes up on her elbows and watches me thrust a finger inside her. Her lips part, and we both watch me finger-fuck her with one, then two. I use my other hand to hold the fabric aside and brush her clit. I touch her just the way she likes. The fastest way to an orgasm for her—direct pressure. Unwavering stimulation.

Her head falls back. The combination is too much for her, and she comes in record time.

Not that I’m keeping track or anything.

Her muscles pulse around my fingers. I withdraw slowly once her body stops trembling. She eyes me—perhaps waiting for me to pull out my dick and fuck her—but I just lick my fingers. I love the taste of her.

So even though I’m rock-hard, I scoot back and give her room to get up.

“What are you doing?”

“Letting you go back to work,” I say with a shrug.

Her eyes narrow.

“What?” I gesture to the room. “I’d expect nothing less from you if I had to go.”

She crawls toward me. “Yeah, right,” she murmurs. She pushes me back, then unbuttons my jeans. I suck in a breath when she pulls the front of my pants and boxers down enough for my cock to emerge, and the air escapes in a ragged exhale when her pretty head descends over it.

Her mouth is hot and wet on me. I groan and suppress the urge to grab her hair and take over. This is her show… for now. My willpower will only go so far. She takes more of me in her mouth, and my abdomen tightens. She has a magic tongue, I think.

The tip of my cock touches the back of her throat, and she gags.

Fuck me twice.

“My self-control is dwindling,” I warn her.

She grips the base of my dick and uses it to help her mouth. Her hand slides down, cupping my balls, and I swear. My hips jerk, and I hit the back of her throat again. Then deeper.

Fucking fuck.

“Vi,” I mutter.

She ignores me and continues, sucking hard and flicking her tongue against the underside of the head. My balls tighten as her assault continues, and I watch in absolute fascination. She bobs up and down.

I wind my fingers through her hair, freeing it from the hair tie. I love her hair and the way it fans around her shoulders. It’s silky, too, against my skin. I press her deeper, and her throat works around me.

“Fuck, Vi.”

I pull out just enough for me to be in her mouth, not down her throat. I want her to taste me the way I taste her. On her tongue, overwhelming her senses. And when I do come, I hold her head steady. Bliss rocks through me, and I fight the urge to close my eyes. I need to see her. All of it.

She swallows. Her throat works, and she kisses the tip of my dick when she straightens back up. She’s definitely the first person to dothat. I choke on my laugh. My cock has stopped throbbing, but I have a feeling I could be hard again in minutes. There’s just something about her that demands more, and my body wants to respond to it.

“That was hot,” she whispers, wiping her lower lip with her thumb.

“I’m going to fuck you into oblivion later,” I promise. I stand and help her to her feet, then tuck myself back in my pants. She straightens her leotard and collects her shorts. “But for now, I’m going to give you space to work.”

She smiles. “Thanks for hanging out with me today.”

I kiss her, then collect my things.

It’s surprisingly difficult to walk away from her. I make it all the way down the block before I cave and open my phone. I look up the ballet.Giselle. There are some recent videos from other ballet companies performing it on stage. One of the more popular videos is from just a month ago, and it’s a solo.

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