Page 45 of Driving My Obsession

Instead of unfastening his pants, he steps away from me. He backs up until he’s on the other side of the treehouse, then he stops. His hard glare never leaves my face.

“Crawl to me,” he commands.

His voice demands obedience, and I drop my hands to the floor and do as he says. The wood scrapes my knees. Splinters prickle against my palms. But I don’t stop. I crawl to him until I’m inches from his legs, then I rest on my knees in front of him.

Without being told, I undo his pants and release his hardened cock. Velvet warmth caresses my palm as I wrap my hand around him and feel his length. With my thumb, I toy with the barbell at the tip, and my mouth waters prematurely as I mentally prepare myself to suck him again. I lick my lips, then spread them to take him inside. The piercing clacks against my teeth, and when I ride down his shaft, my lower lip snags on the piercing right before his balls. He moans, wrapping my hair in one hand and putting his other on the ceiling, bracing against the pleasure.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Such a good whore.”

Instead of angering me, his words make my core clench with need.

He grips the base of his dick. His hand guides my head away from him, then he pushes his fingers into my mouth. “You have a great mouth,” he growls. “Too good. I want more than just your mouth this time, though.”

He grabs the back of my neck and forces me to my feet as he releases the pressure on his cock. His body presses into me, forcing me backward until I hit the rough wooden wall. His hand races to my throat, and the look in his eyes worries me. He’s struggling with some internal thought, some mental war, and my life hangs in the balance. I feel it in his tightening hold that only allows me the smallest gasp of air.

He leans against my mouth, and each breath I take belonged to him first. “I hate that I find you sexy, you know that? I fuckinghatethat I want to keep you alive so I can fuck your slutty cunt until it milks every drop of come from me.” His grip loosens and slides to my breast.

“You can fuck me all you want. I want you to fill me.” I reach out and wrap my hand around his hard cock. “You don’t have to threaten me to get that.”

His eyes narrow. “I don’t believe you, Oaklyn. I don’t think there’s a single fiber of your being that wants to let me inside you. Now or ever.” He takes a sharp breath. “I really hate liars, but even though every motion you make is fake and every word you breathe out is a lie, I still have this urge to make you come before I get rid of you.”

His sexy words mix with deep threats, and my stupid body responds to all of it.

He leans down and nips my neck, his fingers twisting my nipples and sending jolts of heat to my throbbing clit. His mouth moves to my ear. “Let me make you come with my mouth,” he says, his voice all gravel.

I don’t know how to respond. My body wants what he offers, but it feels so wrong. My brain can’t let go of everything he’s done to me. “You haven’t given me a bit of pleasure any time you’ve been inside me, so why do you think you can get me off now?”

“I can make you come, tragedy, whether you want to or not. Give me your pleasure,” he growls, “or I’ll take it.” He lifts me and sets me on the old wooden table, then grips my knees and parts my legs. “Keep those thighs spread for me.”

“Please,” I beg.

He shoves two fingers inside me, and I gasp. “Your dirty little cunt is dripping for me. Stop acting like you don’t want it. Now come on yourevilstalker’s tongue. Come for the man who ruined you.”

He’s on me. His tongue swipes across my slit, and he licks me down to his fingers before rising upward again. His tongue spreads my lips until it collides with my swelling clit. An earthquake rips through me, the epicenter putting dangerous pressure on the most sensitive part of me. As much as I hate him, the touch of his tongue blows up the fucking Richter scale. My back lifts from the table as a moan erupts from me.

His lips wrap around my clit, but the intense pleasure is replaced by pain as he bites down. I yelp and try to close my legs, but he pushes them apart. His lips wrap around my clit again, but instead of biting me, he sucks. Intense pressure grows beneath each quick lash of his tongue. His fingers piston inside me, drawing up more pleasure with every thrust. My chest rises and I can’t even think about the wood scratching at my ass any longer. I can only think of his violent tongue stroking my clit. I can only think of that warm, wet muscle bringing me dizzying pleasure instead of hurling insults at me.

I’m going to come.

I feel it in every tight muscle in my body. In every jerky movement I make. I’m right there. I’m so close. I couldn’t stop it, even if I wanted to. Not as long as he keeps licking me like that and fucking me with his fingers.

Then he stops and sits up, and an emptiness engulfs me.

“I don’t want to feel you coming around my fingers,” he says. “I want to feel you coming around my cock.”

Any inhibitions I would have felt at the thought of allowing him inside me have been thrown to the wind. My orgasm is so close, and Iwantto come.

“Fuck me, Ambrose,” I beg.

He notches the head of his cock at my entrance, then he sinks inside me with a wild groan. Each powerful, rhythmic thrust of his hips bolsters my building pleasure. I moan as his cock stretches me. His first piercing rubs against sensitive places inside me, and the second grazes my skin whenever he drives deeper.

“Fuck, I want to come,” I pant. No, it’s not even a want anymore. It’s a need. I’m past the point of no return. I haven’t just allowed my pride to jump to its death; I’ve pushed the mother fucker off the cliff myself.

Ambrose’s hand slips between us, and he rubs my clit as he gives me every inch of him, harder and faster. His free hand grips the edge of the table, and both of mine reach back to brace my quivering body as he pounds into me. I squeeze the rough slats of wood as my thighs tremble. It’s been so long since I’ve felt something like this.

“Come, tragedy. Come on your tormentor’s cock.”

If I wasn’t so fucking hard for this orgasm, I would have told him to stop right then. But I can taste it on my tongue. I’ll let him say whatever he wants as long as he continues to rub me and fuck me like this.

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