Page 6 of The Rival's Obsession
I stroke my cock tighter now, then guide it down between his cheeks, teasing his ass with the thick, leaking head.
He gasps against Kris’s pussy, and she lets out a shuddering breath, already close.
“I want you to focus, Sam,” I murmur, voice gravel and heat. “Here’s what’s going to happen . . .”
Kris begins to rock her hips—small, desperate motions. Riding his mouth like she needs it to breathe.
“You’re going to make her come,” I continue, watching the flush spread across her chest. “Then I’m going to fuck your ass. Deep. Hard.”
Sam’s throat vibrates with a moan. His fingers dig into her thighs.
“And when I do?” I grip his cock harder, fingers tightening. “You’re going to be a good boy and hold it. No coming. Not unless I say.”
Kris cries out, her hands flat on his chest as she grinds down harder.
He moans again, lost in her, and I fucking love it.
Because once she breaks, it’s his turn.
And I’m going to make sure he feels it.
Kris comes hard.
A shudder, a cry, her body trembling above him as she rides it out.
Then she climbs off, legs shaking slightly, her mouth curved in a satisfied smile.
My turn.
I settle fully between his spread thighs, placing a kiss on the inside of his knee.
He props his hips up on a folded pillow, just enough to tilt his pelvis and give me a better angle—he’s so fucking eager.
I slick my cock with lube—slow and deliberate. Watch his eyes follow every stroke.
Then I grip his thigh and press in.
His gasp is sharp—his chest rising with it.
I groan, low and guttural, as that tight heat stretches around me.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I mutter, my voice wrecked.
He clenches instinctively, and I still—one hand bracing on the mattress beside his head, the other firm on his thigh.
Our mouths drift together, not quite kissing yet, just close—breath mingling, heat radiating between us.
“So big,” he whispers, voice trembling but full of desire. “Fuck, you feel so good, Dante.”
I smile against his lips. “I know.”
I start to move—slow, steady thrusts as I let him feel the full length of me.
We kiss then. Hot, open-mouthed. Messy.
His moans feed mine.
“Just like that,” I murmur, lips brushing his. “Taking me so fucking well.”
