Page 149 of Twisted Obsession

“Beg,” I say against her lips. “Like a perfect little whore.”

“Fuck me, please,” she gasps. “I need to feel you inside me. Right now. I need to come apart around your dick.”

It twitches.

Ilikeit when she says things like that.

I give her more of me, and her mouth tears away from mine. She drops her head back, exposing her neck. I kiss and bite my way down it, making sure to leave marks that’ll be hard to hide. Marks she won’t have time to magic away with makeup, or bruises that will slowly come to the surface as the night continues.

“Fuck meharder, Jake.” Her fingers are in my hair, tugging and yanking.

I push in slowly until I’m buried all the way inside her wet heat.

My control doesn’t last. I give in to her pleading, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back into her. I don’t give her a moment to recover before I’m repeating the same thing, pummeling into her like I’m drilling for oil.

She moans. Her lips find my jaw, my neck. Her teeth leave their own marks as I fuck her.

“Touch yourself,” I say in her ear. “Use your fingers to make yourself come.”

Melody reacts immediately. She slips her hand between us, her fingers sliding on her arousal. I lean back just enough to see our connection, while she keeps one hand on the back of my neck. Her nails dig in.

I relish the little snaps of pain.

“Are you close?”

She nods frantically.

“Good,” I growl. My balls are tightening, lifting, and a tingling pressure builds at the base of my spine. It drives me faster. I brace my hand on the mirror over her shoulder, curving into her. I lick her neck.

She cries out. Her muscles spasm around me, clenching in pulses. It tips me over the edge easily, and we fall into oblivion together.

For a long moment, we’re still.

Then I press a kiss to her forehead and slowly withdraw.

My gaze drops to her stomach and back up. “When’s the last time you had your period?”

She sucks in a breath.

“Songbird?”

“A few weeks ago,” she murmurs. “Before I moved into your condo.”

“Hmm.” I pick up a new cloth, wet it, and clean between her legs. My cum is oozing out of her, and it’s erotic enough to make my dick go half-mast again. I ignore it, cleaning myself before doing up my slacks again.

She stays on the counter, leaning back on her hands, as I reapply shaving cream to my face and resume my task.

“I’m not pregnant,” she says.

She seems a little cross about it.

“I’m not,” she repeats. “You’re the one fucking me without a condom.”

I straighten and meet her hazel eyes. It takes me a second to realize she’sangry. Or upset. Or some combination of the two.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” I say carefully. “If you’re pregnant, I’d be thrilled.”

She narrows her eyes.

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