Page 91 of Obliterate

I want to be inside her when I come.

“Fuck. So fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth, your body laid out for me.”

I reach down, pulling her nipples. The way her body squirms and the moan she gives me has me doing it again. I smirk, loving how responsive she is even after two orgasms.

With one hand lightly holding her breast, I slide the other over her throat as I thrust a little harder, wanting to feel myself. But when she gags, I know it’s too much. I pull back, her lips making a popping sound as she releases me.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, worry showing in her furrowed brows.

“Are you kidding? Nothing’s wrong. I need to be inside you. Your mouth is fucking incredible,” I tell her, having to reassure her.

And it’s the truth.

I’ve got to stop for fear of taking it too far.

I help her up, spinning my angel on the bed so I can crawl over her, nestling between her thighs. Lifting her hips, I set her ass on my thighs, watching as her legs fall open. Her pussy glistens for me, and I can’t resist dragging my cock through her slick folds.

She wiggles her hips, jutting them up when the head probes her entrance.“South, I can’t take much more of your teasing. It’s on the verge of cruel torture.”

A growl from deep in my chest echoes through the room, her breathing heavy as she pants in anticipation. Grabbing her wrists, I push them over her head and thrust into her in steady movement, sinking all the way in. My mouth connects with hers, swallowing her gasp and moans.

I still for a moment, not just to let her adjust but to keep myself from coming. Pulling back, I nip her bottom lip. “Fuck, you feel so good. It’s like I’m a teenager trying not to blow my load on the second pump.”

She giggles, her eyes bright with mischief. “So I probably shouldn’t do this?” she asks, swirling her hips, rotating them around and back again.

My breath catches, and I have to think of anything but what she’s doing to me. My muscles strain, my skin slick with sweat, and I haven’t even moved.

Fuck, after tomorrow, I might not be able to do this again.

Too much is on the line.

Too much is at risk.

More in control, I lift her leg and rest it on my shoulder as I press forward, grinding further into her. My pelvic bone rubs against her clit, and she tries to move her arms from my grip. While I love having her at my will, I also adore to see her let go and take what she wants.

As soon as I release her wrists, her fingers are in my hair, and she’s pulling me to her. She kisses me with the same heady passion I feel about possibly losing this.

Of losing her.

Our teeth click together at the force, and she groans, but it almost sounds like a growl of frustration. Suddenly, she breaks the kiss, pressing her forehead to mine. With an intense gaze, she pants out, “South… I need you to fuck me…Now!”

My only answer is to pull back and slam into her, giving her what she needs. Ingrid’s pussy clenches around me, and she cries out, “More!”

“I’ll give you more, angel. You better hold on.”

I thrust into her again, grinding my hips before pulling back and doing it again. The smell of sex permeates the room. Her moans and the slapping of our bodies drown out any other noise that might be there.

There’s no way no one hears us, but I don’t care.

All I care about is my woman’s pleasure.

Dropping her leg, she wraps herself around me, locking her ankles together.Then she reaches around and drags her fingernails down my back, the sting it leaves in their wake only adding to the pleasure burning through my veins.

I lower to my elbows, wanting to feel her body against mine, her breasts rubbing against my chest. My fingers thread through her hair, tightening and pulling her head back, exposing her throat. I kiss and suck, feeling the vibrations of her moans as she calls out my name.

“Fuck, don’t stop. Alm—”

Her breath catches, and when I bite the juncture between her neck and shoulder, her muscles tense, and her pussy clamps around my cock as her entire body shudders with her explosion. The force is enough to bring that familiar tingle to the base of my spine. My balls pull up, and I am at my woman’s mercy.

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