Page 105 of Illicit Obsession

Although Jagger sometimes pushed my limits in the bedroom, he also understood that my comfort was important. There were a few places he had wiggle room, but not with anal sex.

He gave me the cherry-flavored lube, and I used it to slicken up both tips, then turned the toy on. The soft buzzing filled the area, then I ran it over myself before I eased it in. A gasp escaped as pure pleasure pulsed through me. “Oh God.” I pushed it all the way in, then out. Jagger’s attention was glued to me as I writhed on the couch before him. His hand wrapped around his shaft and he stroked himself.

“That’s it, baby. Take it all. Get ready for me.”

I cupped my breast, tugging on my nipple. “Jagger.” My eyes fluttered closed as the familiar feeling pooled low in my belly.

He knelt, taking over the vibrator. His tongue circled my clit, and I grabbed his hair as I bucked against him. Nipping and licking, he brought me to the edge then stopped. He gave me a mischievous smile as he crawled on the couch and hovered over me. Then, he startled me and forced his cock into my mouth again.

His hips thrust faster as he shoved the tip to the back of my throat. He growled as his hot liquid coated my lips. I swallowed it greedily, sucking every drop from him.

Jagger pulled out then stood on the floor. “You took that like a good girl.” His dick began to soften, and my lip jutted out. “Don’t worry, my pet. This time will be well spent. Stand up and bend over the couch.”

At times like these, I didn’t have to say much, and I relaxed and let him set the tone. I got up then eagerly bent over.

“Spread your legs.”

I gave him the access he wanted and waited for his next move. “Goddammit. Just looking at you has my cock getting hard again.” He knelt then ate my pussy like I’d never experienced before. He nipped the insides of my thighs as he shoved his finger into me long enough to get it slick, then he pressed it against my asshole and pushed as he sucked on my clit.

How in God’s name I wasn’t supposed to cum was beyond me. I clung to the soft leather, my moans filling the house.

Seconds before I was about to lose it, he rose from the floor, and my body yearned for his touch. I glanced over my shoulder, watching as he picked up the lube from the couch, squeezed some in his hand, then stroked his shaft. My eyes were glued to him as his dick fully hardened again. Grabbing the vibrator, he slid it into my core and turned it so the shorter end wouldn’t penetrate my ass, but he didn’t turn it on.

He pumped me a few times with the toy, then he moved his cock to my tight hole. He pressed against me and pushed the tip in.

“More,” I pleaded.

“You’re so tight, baby. That sweet little ass is all mine.” He eased in some more, still fucking me with the vibrator at the same time with his other hand. Jagger removed the toy and tossed it on the couch. His fingers dug into my hips as he worked his long dick inside me. Currents of electricity surged through me as he picked up the pace.

My whimpers and moans escaped me as he reached between my legs and pinched my clit. Jolts of pleasure mixed with pain rippled over my flesh.

“Do you like me in your ass?” He smacked my bundle of nerves before he massaged it.

“Yeah,” I answered breathlessly. “Fuck me, Jagger.”

“Who do you belong to, Ari?”

“You.”

“No one will ever touch you again. This is all mine. Say it.” He reached for my throat and squeezed.

“No one ever again,” I said.

His fingers tightened around my neck as he pumped into me. My senses heightened as he blocked my air, and I drowned in exquisite waves of pleasure. The rush of the blood to my head while he fucked me was beyond anything I’d experienced before, and I loved every second.

“Cum for me, Ari.”

My body seized as black dots danced across my vision as an intense orgasm ripped through me, peaking his release as well. He jerked, his hold on my neck loosened, and I sucked in a much-needed breath as I returned to earth. Panting, I nearly collapsed on the couch, but he was still inside me.

Jagger dotted a few kisses on my back before he eased out, then he slapped me on the ass and disappeared down the hall of the main floor. I sat down, my core and butt throbbing from pain and the aftermath of our playtime. The water running in the bathroom let me know he was cleaning up. When it turned off, his feet padded along the wood floors and to the living room.

Jagger once again knelt and tenderly cleaned me with a warm washcloth. He kissed the inside of each thigh then rose, his expression full of adoration. “Are you hungry? I’ll cook.”

I grinned at him. “How could I refuse that offer?” I placed my hand in his, then he tugged me off the seat and into a standing position. I rested my palms against his chest and peered up at him.

Jagger smoothed my hair and kissed me. “I love you, Ariana Ellison.”

“I love you, too, Jagger Whitlock.”

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