Page 58 of Twisted Obsession

He kicks off his wet sweatpants, and I find myself mimicking him. Yanking down my shorts and panties, kicking them aside. I follow him out, to where he wraps me in a towel from behind. His arms come around me, just under my breasts, and I fight the urge to lean into him.

“Dry off and get on the bed,” he tells me, his lips nearly touching my ear.

Yes, sir.

I shake that off and do as I’m told. My buzzed brain makes my motions languid, slow. It seems to take forever to drag the cloth up my legs, over my belly and curves, to my hair. I finger comb it and half-heartedly rub it dry.

He watches me, his own towel tossed over his shoulder and forgotten.

And then he follows me into his bedroom.

I stare at the bird for a moment, then crawl onto the bed on my hands and knees. I’m about to turn around when he stops me. He holds on to my hips. I crane around right as his lips touch my ass cheek.

“Fuck,” I hiss.

He bites me.

HeBITESme!

I lurch forward, but he just drags me back. His tongue laves at the spot, and then his teeth are marking me again. I groan, the pain going straight to my core. My arousal is climbing, and he doesn’t seem to care. He ignores everything except my ass, complete with cellulite and extra fat, and rolls on my hips.

When he spreads my cheeks, my face flames.

I drop my head to the bed. Burying my face, metaphorically and literally.

At the first touch of his tongue, I’m a freaking goner.

I cry out. His fingers dig into my skin, keeping me open, as he tongue-fucks my asshole. Pressing in until it admits him, taking and taking until I’m a quivering mess.

“Please,” I whisper.

“Good girl,” he replies, and his fingers slide through my slick core.

He finds my clit, rubs it and then dips into my pussy. Then back. Over and over again, while he continues to pay special attention to myotherhole. Two fingers thrust into me, twisting and caressing a spot that desperately wants attention.

Two becomes three.

“Tell me when you’re going to come,” he says suddenly, pulling back. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I—”

“When you’re on the edge, songbird.”

I grip the covers, my arms stretched out over my bowed head. I want to rock back into him. I want to urge him to move faster. I want him inside me.

And then it’s there. Cresting like a wave.

I can barely get the words out. “Going to come.”

He stops.

My pussy clenches at nothing, my clit is painfully abandoned. My body is screaming with need, and he just—stopped.

“Jacob?”

His knuckles brush my ass cheek. The one he didn’t bite.

Even that is sensitive.

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