Page 65 of Unholy Obsession

“I want it all, baby,” he groans, eating me at a fevered pace as my legs shake and my pussy contracts, little flutters threatening an overwhelming crash.

He sucks my clit into his mouth before he kisses it repeatedly, the crescendo building to an all-time high. When he slides his tongue inside of my wet opening, I burst. I become a full on, firework display and just detonate around him. God help him, he takes it all just like he said. He eats me through one of the most intense orgasms of my life, swallowing every bit of wetness I give him with a growl. When I start to come down, he moves up my body to kiss my lips. I kiss him back, our mouths moving at a fast pace, crashing against each other. I feel his cock press against me and I lift my hips in need, but he just shakes his head. Before I can ask or even show an ounce of my frustration, he flips me around so that my arms are crossed from where they are tied to the headboard. He pulls me to my knees, my ass in the air as he bends to bite one of my cheeks. I groan, wanting more pain from him, that special pain that always brings me an insane amount of pleasure. I turn my head so that my cheek is pressed into the mattress, biting my lip before I speak.

“Hit me,” I say, my voice raspy and thick.

He freezes, his mouth still pressed against the skin of my ass as he speaks.

“It’s our wedding night, Lori—”

“I don’t care. I want it,” I moan, pushing my ass back against him as he rises and holds it with both hands.

“Hit me,” I order, his fingers biting into my flesh now.

“What’s your safe word?” He asks after a while, after his eyes have burned holes into my skin.

I look around the room, my eyes landing on his pillow before I say, “Black.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, this reverent side of him making me impatient and even more needy.

“Marco, please—” I try to say, but his palm slaps against my ass like the crack of a whip before I can even finish my sentence, my words dying off on a loud moan.

“More,” I order, his palm repeating the movement, slapping both of my ass cheeks as I wiggle against his cock and grunt like a cat in heat.

He does this a few more times, until my ass is heated and most likely red. Until the head of his cock presses against the opening of my pussy. My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head when his fingers bite into my hips, pulling me back even more so that his head can slide in, stretching me slightly.

“Can I fuck my wife now?” He asks, his voice low and husky, driving me insane.

“Please,” I say, crying out when his cock slides all the way inside of me, taking up every bit of space that I have.

He stays like that for a moment, savoring me as I pant like an animal on the bed, wiggling my hips and pressing my ass back, desperate for friction, for something. He leans over me, his torso covering my back, his cock somehow pushing even further inside of me and filling me completely. He puts his lips to my ear, circling his hips as I cry out, his teeth now biting my earlobe.

“I can’t breathe without you, Lori,” he says as he withdraws slightly and slams back in, the head board knocking against the wall as all air leaves my body.

He repeats this movement several times, stretching me with hard thrusts before he picks up the pace and starts fucking me frantically.

“You won’t have to. You won’t ever have to,” I moan as he fucks me like an animal, one of his fingers spreading my backside before it presses against the star of my ass, sliding in and rimming around as I nearly black out.

His other hand moves from my hip to my pussy, two fingers now circling my clit as every single bit of me becomes occupied by him, invaded by him. It’s the most beautiful feeling.

“Is this my pussy?” he growls, his fingers pressing harder on my clit as his cock continues to slam into me, the headboard now banging against the wall from the movement.

“Yes.” My eyes close as I begin to see stars.

His finger circles fast around my ass, applying more pressure as I shake and cry beneath him.

“Is this mine too?” He asks against my ear, his hair tickling my skin as I circle my ass against his hips.

“Yes!” I am ready to explode all over again.

He bites down on my shoulder, the head of his cock hitting my cervix as my pussy gets even wetter around him, our sounds of fucking filling the room.

“Are you mine? Are you all mine forever?” He asks, his finger moving away from my ass before his hand dives into my hair, gripping it tight before pulling it back, my head resting against his chest as he continues to drive into me, my eyes now meeting his.

“Yes, I’m all yours. Forever,” his fingers circle my clit even faster now as he hammers into me, my body shattering into a million pieces as my orgasm overtakes the both of us, drowning us with its crashing waves.

“Fuck!” He shouts, stilling inside of me as a rush of warmth fills me, my thighs wet from the both of us.

We stay like that for a minute, breathing roughly as his cock remains immobile inside of me. He doesn’t even bother pulling out when he leans to untie my wrists, kissing them both in his hands before he lays back on the bed and pulls me with him, my leg draped over his thighs as my cheeks rests against his chest. His heart pounds loudly, the pulse kissing the skin of my face with each rough beat. I want to stay like this forever, lock this moment away to remember when times get tough in the future. Because they will, that is inevitable, but I have a funny feeling that there will still be moments like this with him, precious moments that will stay with me forever.

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