OBSESSED Series

Chapter 20

She wraps her tongue around the top third of my cock and treats it like my tongue, stroking it in a kissing rhythm, working me in and out of her mouth. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I’d say it’s the hottest thing I’ll ever see in my life, but we have decades together and I can’t say for sure, but Jesus, Jesus Christ, she’s taking more of me now. She’s sucking me down to her throat like it’s a sweltering hot day and my dick is full of lemonade. And then her hand cups my balls, reverently, and a choked sound leaves me, echoing in the cove. Her thumb traces the seam of my balls and then—

“Fuck!”

My balls are in her mouth. In her curious virgin mouth.

And my fucking legs are shaking.

I watch down the length of my body as she goes to town on my sac, sucking the entirety of them past her lips, moaning brokenly, her hand working my cock in fast strokes. My God. Oh my God. She has no business being so goddamn good at this.

“I’m going to come,” I growl, barely able to hold myself up. “I’ve got maybe ten seconds in me. You’re so good, angel. Honey. You’re so fucking good.”

That’s when she sinks her fingernails into my ass, pulling me closer—and the tip of my dick smashes against the back of her throat. My vision goes black and I roar, fucking her mouth for everything I’m worth. Humping like a dog. There’s no stopping me. I’m a wild animal. There’s a lightning flash of worry that I’m hurting her, ruining everything, but she’s clutching my ass cheeks like life preservers, grinding me against her face.

“I’m going to make you my wife,” I slur, grunting, hips moving like pistons. “Going to put a diamond on that fucking finger. You’re mine. This mouth is MINE.”

Relief doesn’t arrive like it normally does, in a slow wave. No, it’s a monsoon. I shout her name at the top of my lungs, my muscles seizing up, balls twisting in my stomach and it goes on forever, forever, just blast after blast of fiery liquid pounding up my cock and spilling into her mouth, down her sweet, giving throat and she takes as much as she can. She takes so much, but when she makes the slightest choking sound, alarm bells go off in my head—my girl trusts me and I won’t violate that. I’ve already gone way too far too fast.

“Stella,” I say raggedly, the last ounce of semen draining from my tip. Shuddering, covered in sweat, I pull her into my arms, rocking back and forth like a madman. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I was so fucking rough. I didn’t—”

“I loved it,” she breathes, her own breath labored. Eyes bright. “I can’t b-believe I can…”

I tilt her chin up, on the edge of my seat. “What, honey?”

“I can’t believe I have to power to d-do that to you.”

Am I dreaming? Or is she really this much of a miracle?

Desperate to give her the same pleasure she just gifted me with, my index and middle finger find the front of her panties, rubbing her clit through the now drenched material of her panties. “That’s right, honey. You rule me. And now you know. You rule my body and I rule this hot young cunt. Come for your man now. I know you need it.”

She nods, glazed eyes finding mine. She sobs, chest heaving faster and faster until she begins to writhe and strain in my arms. Knowing the skin-on-skin contact will push her over the edge, I sink my fingers into her panties, between the folds of her sex and rub faster, faster, propelling her into a moaning and twisting fit, her eyes never leaving mine.

“I love you,” I say through my teeth when she climaxes, her moisture coating my fingers and spilling all the way down to my wrist, her lavender scent wafting up and making me salivate. “I love you, Stella.”

“I love you, too,” she gasps back, letting me pull her down onto the blanket and hold her like the world is ending. It’s not, though, I tell myself. It’s only starting. I have her now.