Page 67 of Indecent Obsession
“They just get in the way anyway.” I shrug and pull his belt loose.
“You’ll keep track of how many orgasms you have in a day and text them to me every night.”
I pause with my hands on his button. “What about middle of the night orgasms? Do I have to look at a clock and add them to the correct day?”
He shakes his head. “They can go on the following day’s tally.”
I open his button and reach for the zipper. “What will you use that for?”
“Punishment, trouble.” The words are soft. “I will spank you, force you to come. We might graduate to a belt or paddle.”
“Will you use toys on me?” I slide his zipper down and wet my lips.
He smirks. “Did you find my collection, trouble?”
I shrug and free his cock from his pants. Fuck, he’s thick and all I can think about is sinking down on him. Honestly, with any part of me. My mouth, my pussy.
“Did I give you permission to pull out my cock?” He’s still holding me loosely.
I bite my lip and stroke my hand over him. “Better to ask forgiveness than permission. We’re alone. We haven’t fucked today.”
“We still need to discuss how I want to take you, trouble.” His lips part as I continue to stroke him.
I lean forward until my lips brush his with every word. My thumb glides over his tip and I lightly drag my nails up his cock. “Rough? Hard? Like an animal?”
“Slide your panties to the side and take my cock inside your wet cunt.”
I release him and reach beneath my skirt. Pulling my panties to the side, I rise up over him, notching his cock against my entrance. Our eyes are locked as I take him inside me.
My eyelids flutter as he fills me inch by exquisite inch.
“Sore, trouble?” He kisses the corner of my lip.
I smile. “No, sir.”
“I’m going to let you fuck me, but while you do, I’ll tell you exactly what will change when we’re in the apartment.” He tugs on my hair and a bolt of need slices through me. “Do you understand, trouble?”
“Yes, sir.” I rest my hands onto his shoulders and look into his eyes. Lifting up and taking him inside me over and over again.
“I don’t want a docile weeping flower.” His words are soft. His eyes keep me riveted to him as I slowly ride him. “I want your resistance as much as I want your submission. When we fuck, and it will be fucking, I will hold you down and fuck my cock into you, hard and fast.”
“Wyatt,” I whisper as desire grabs hold of me and strangles me. I quicken my pace as his cock slides easily in my wet pussy.
“I’ll hold you by your throat. I won’t choke you to the point of unconsciousness, but I might restrict your breath.”
My pussy clenches around him. Nothing is setting off alarm bells.
“Biting, grabbing are all permitted. I might bruise you, but I’ll try to keep it where you can cover it with clothes. You can hit, punch, or kick me to try to escape, just avoid my face.”
I cup his jaw and look into his eyes. “You want me to hurt you?”
“I want you to try to break free or to claw and bite to hold on.” He cradles my head as his hand slides up my thigh. His touch is soft in contrast to what he’s talking about. “I want to hunt you and I don’t want it easy for either of us. I want to take you.”
He slides his fingers over my clit and I catch my breath. He winds me up with a tight circle as I fuck his cock.
“I want to wake you up screaming because I’m using your body for release.” He draws my face to his gently and brushes his lips against mine. “I want to feel your cunt strangle my cock when you come so hard you can’t breathe.”
My release slams into me. Before I cry out, his mouth is on mine, capturing the noise. When I stop moving, he takes over, fucking up into me, holding me in my release until he thrusts in deep and groans, emptying into me.
