Page 38 of Double Obsession

The trail of kisses down his happy trail and her breath warming the head of his cock sent ecstasy rippling outward. He would beat on his chest, proclaiming he was king of the world if he weren’t busy absorbing every ounce of pleasure.

She ran her tongue underneath his shaft and then looked up at him. Her wild I’ve-been-fucking for hours hair, juxtaposed against those innocent eyes, messed with his heart. “Christ, Jenna.” He gathered the strands, piling them on top of her head. He’d hold it for hours if he had to. No price was too high if it meant he could watch her suck him dry. Another long lick sent a vibration down his spine and had him muttering filthy pleas. He needed to be deep inside her throat, and the damn seductress was teasing him with that honeyed tongue.

“It’s beautiful,” she said between her licks.

He willed her to look into his eyes.

The intense heat in her gaze told him what he needed to know. She trusted him with every ounce of her being, and her soul’s purpose at that moment was to prove it to them both.

“Tell me you love my cock.”

She swirled her tongue over his mushroom head.

“Tell me,” he begged.

“I love your big succulent cock, Hunter Stone.” Her voice was so fucking sexy that he lost control, and his raw need came out in a hair pull that made her cry out.

“Again,” she demanded.

He threaded his fingers through the soft strands and tugged as her breathy gasps wreaked havoc on his composure.

She sucked him in, and her hands and tongue guided him out. Those lips wrapped around him sealed her promise to submit to him entirely, freely, and without inhibition. While she idolized his cock, he explored her inviting mouth with every sensitive inch. How deep could he go? As if reading her mind, she reached a hand under his ass and clutched a cheek as she took him balls deep.

Then both hands were underneath him. He was surrounded—soft hands kneading the back of him, sweet lips and tongue at his front. He melted into the sheets.

She squeezed his balls. Once, twice, three times. Then hands turned to tongue, and soon she was devouring them.

A euphoria overtook him, his mind and body leaving the Earth. He was unsure when she mounted him. But there she was, straddling him upright, his cock impaling her as she undulated and writhed, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.

“I’m going to come,” he groaned.

Her “Oh, my god, Hunter,” was so emotion-filled that he instantly exploded with a universe-quaking shudder.

He didn’t mind that she continued to use him. “That’s it. Fuck me, Jenna,” he encouraged as he twisted her nipples. “Come all over my cock.”

Her body trembled, her walls pulsed, and her head flew back. His name coming from her lips was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.

Her breathing raspy, she collapsed on top of him. He caressed her back with long gentle strokes.

“Did that feel good?” she asked.

He’d never felt so cared for or cherished. “That was the most intense orgasm of my life.”

Smiling, she rolled off him and molded her body to his. Her hair cascaded over his shoulder as she nuzzled his neck.

“Beautiful, I dare say you are a bit of a voyeur,” he taunted.

She gasped and lifted her head. “No. It’s just….”

“Just what?” He grinned.

“It’s those pictures and all of that damn teasing you’ve been doing on FollowMe.” She swallowed. “I know I write romantic sex scenes, but honestly, you’re the first man I’ve ever gawked at.”

The cocky Hunter’s chest expanded. The man who was crazy about Jenna felt like an ass for embarrassing her. “I’m sorry for teasing you. I’m flattered,” he said in all sincerity.

“And look who is talking, Mr. Exhibitionism.”

“I do like the attention.” Chuckling, he coaxed her head back to his shoulder and snuggled into the mattress.