Page 46 of His Obsession
Slowing down, not wanting this to end, I spread her legs wide and watched my cock slide in and out of her. My cock glistened with her juices as I pumped into her, mesmerizing me. With my thumb, I press hard and rub tight circles around the small bundle of nerves, desperate to listen to her cries of rapture, wanting to hear my name on her lips.
“Oh, fuck. I’m going to come.” Liz shuddered and bit the back of her hand. Her back bowed off the bed, and she bit back her scream, depriving me of what I wanted most. Her core clenched tight around me, milking me, coaxing me to cum inside her.
Flipping her over, I put her ass in the air and crossed her arms behind her back. I teased her sensitive clit with my cock, causing her to jerk in response. I’d get her to scream my name before I was done. I thrust back into her, fisting her hair and holding her arms still with the other, continuing my claim and ruining her for another.
A scream tore through her, unfettered, the gift for my ears. Her orgasm squeezed my cock, making my balls tighten, pulling my orgasm up from the depths. I pulled out and jerked my hot cum on her ass and watched it trickle down her damp thighs, tainting her beauty.
“Don’t move,” I ordered.
Our heavy breathing filling the dim room as I stepped back and took in the view of her round ass covered in my cum. I took my phone and snapped a picture, tossing it to the nightstand.
I walked out of the bathroom with a warm washrag, washed my sticky cum from her wet ass, and slapped it. She moaned, and it earned her another gentle tap.
“Food will be here soon. Put something less arousing on. I don’t want to fuck you in front of my friends, more than I already do.” A gasp escaped her lips, and I grinned, satisfied. I tossed the wet rag in the hamper and walked to the bathroom.
I turned the metal dials to the shower, running my hands to test the temperature. The scorching water melted my skin in the most exquisite way. I stepped in and scrubbed my body, leaning against the wall, allowing the water to pour over my face.
Soft fingers curled around my torso and trailed up my chest. My dick twitched at the thought of fucking her against the chilly tiled wall. A growl emanated from my chest as she slipped between me and the wall, pressing her lips to mine.
“Should I fear the reaper?” she asked, referring to the menacing hooded reaper tattoo covering the entirety of my back. I chose not to answer her question for fear of ruining the moment. You only fear the reaper if you have something to live for.
“Still hungry?” I asked, grabbing her waist and studying her vibrant green eyes.
“Famished.” Her gaze drifted down to my stiffening cock, and she bit her lip. Fuck. She eventually got what she wanted.
Her gaze followed her hands, and she took hold of my balls, giving them a tug. She fell to her knees and took me in her mouth. Her warmth swirled around the tip as she sucked me deeper. Water swept over my body and poured onto her face.
My fingers curled into her hair while I pushed my length to the back of her throat. She moaned and looked up at me through her thick, black lashes, making sure I watched her. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, wrapping a hand around the base as she pumped back and forth in time with her mouth.
Her nails bit into my ass, drawing them down my thigh. I could feel the head of my cock swell, the draw from my balls, and I released with a loud groan. My cum shot to the back of her throat. She swallowed and pulled my dick out of her mouth with a pop, and a devious smile crossed her swollen lips.
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My appetite had grown for her, and for the food we ordered.
Liz finished up in the shower as I prepared the dishes for the sushi that should have been here already. The gate bell rang. The delivery boy’s face appeared on the security screen, and I buzzed him through. I opened the door with my hand on the gun in my waistband—one could never be too cautious in my line of work. The pimply-faced teen drove through and walked up to the door, our bags of food in hand.
His pants were hanging halfway down his ass, his septum pierced, and his hair as greasy as fried chicken. “Here you go, man,” he said, handing me the food. I pulled out my wallet and gave him a cash tip, placing my wallet back in my pocket. “Thanks. Hey… how is Liz?”
I dropped the bags and lunged at him, fisting his shirt and lifting him to his toes. “What do you mean?” I said, baring my teeth.
The fear on this boy’s face bled through, much like the blood that would for sure be coating his face if he didn’t talk soon. There was no way this boy would know that Liz was here, much less know her at all. I had seen the people she interacted with daily—he sure as shit wasn’t one of them. “Who the hell are you?” I raised my fist, intending to beat the answers out of him.
He put his shaking hands in front of his face. “Don’t hit me, man,” he screeched. “I’m just asking for some guy that paid me twenty bucks.”
I shoved him against his car, my fist still raised. “What guy? Did he give you a name?”
“J-John or something like that. God, man, I don’t remember now. It seemed like a simple question for twenty bucks, I didn’t even need to tell him the answer.” The boy’s lips trembled, and his eyes were wide—he was about to piss himself here and now.
“What did he look like?” I asked, grabbing him with my other hand and shook him. I was glad I scared the shit out of him.
“Dude, he was older, mid-fifties or so, salt and pepper hair, full gray and black beard. Old anchor tattoo on his forearm, I think.” I knew the description. Shit!
“Get the fuck out of here!” I banged him against the car again, releasing his shirt.
“Alek, what’s going on?” her voice jarring me.
I spun on my heel and pointed for her to leave. “Get the fuck inside and shut the door!” I could not extinguish the anger I was feeling to save her feelings.