Page 67 of Total Obsession

ZOEY

"Are you sure you're comfortable going to the premiere?" I asked Axe as I checked my lipstick.

"I wouldn't dream of missing this opportunity to support you," he replied, standing by the door, waiting for me to finish up.

I made my way over and took in the sight of him. He looked absolutely stunning in a black tuxedo. His hair was cropped shorter these days, and I knew it was because he was still trying to keep a low profile. His green eyes almost seemed to glow in the low light of the setting sun, and he exuded confidence and power in waves.

I felt entirely too lucky to have him as my boyfriend, even if he was technically a wanted man.

"It's just that there's going to be tons of cameras and pictures taken. I don't want to put you at risk."

"Let me worry about all of that," he replied. "You just worry about enjoying yourself this evening. Tonight is all about you."

I walked over to him, my red silk dress billowing behind me. It was a little more risqué than even I was used to, but I’d grown a new sense of confidence in my body recently because of Axe.

He didn't open the door like I thought he would. Instead, he turned me around and pressed me into it.

"You know how fucking good you look in this slip you call a dress?" he whispered against my ear. His voice was low and gravelly. He pushed his body into mine, and I could feel his need through his trousers.

"No," I replied. "Why don't you show me?" I was teasing him, and I knew it, but it had been a while since Axe and I had been intimate. I understood, of course. Not only had he helped me grow some confidence about my body, but also I felt a lot less anxious about my interactions with other people. I’d stopped immediately thinking everything was my fault. In this instance, I figured he had a lot on his mind since Miami. Still, I missed this energy from him.

His hand slid up the silky fabric easily. He wasn't wrong, the dress was basically a slutty nightgown. Spaghetti straps, a low back, and a high slit left little to the imagination.

His thick hand palmed my breast, and I leaned my head back and moaned. "Naughty fucking girl," he said, sucking in a breath. "Not even going to wear a bra in front of all those cameras."

His thumb moved against one nipple over the fabric. I gasped as he tweaked it, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.

He smirked and trailed his hand lower. "Let's see if the trend continues," he breathed out. His fingers slipped into my skirt, and I smiled, knowing what hewouldn'tfind.

"Dirty little slut," he said, his fingers just barely touching my lips. "You're just dying to be fucked, aren't you?"

I nodded my head.

"Close your eyes," he whispered, his lips just hovering above my ear.

I did as he said and within seconds, I felt something pressing against my mouth. "Get it nice and wet for me," he said.

I opened my mouth and felt some sort of silicone-coated device slip between my teeth. I frowned and was about to open my eyes, but he corrected me.

"Don't you dare," he said. "That would ruin all the fun."

He pulled the device out of my lips but left his own fingers inside, moving them around my mouth, letting me suck on them for a bit longer. When his hand left my mouth I could feel him pull back my skirt, his fingers slipping underneath it once more.

"Spread your legs, Zoey," he cooed, and I didn't hesitate.

I felt him dip one finger inside of me, then a second, before he pulled them both out. I gasped as he proceeded to push the device that had just been in my mouth into my pussy.

"Axe," I exclaimed, but his other hand came up to cup my mouth.

"Shh," he said, pressing a kiss to my neck. "Don't ask questions. I'm about to tell you everything."

I nodded, and he relaxed his hand. He gave the device a final push inside until it was seated behind my pubic bone and up against my cervix.

"Now," he said, smoothing out my skirt. "Since you're such a naughty little slut, let's see how long you can last tonight."

"Last?" I asked, desperately wanting to open my eyes, but knowing that I couldn't without his permission.

"That's right, last," he repeated. Suddenly the device inside of me started to vibrate.

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