Page 143 of My Treasured Obsession

Then it was just Gabriela and me.

Our heavy breathing.

Our fast-beating hearts.

Our ramping desire, misting the air between us.

Wrapping my left hand around her neck, I dragged her towards the full-length mirror resting against my foyer wall and turned her around to face the front.

Gabriela’s hands reached out to brace herself against the surface, blue eyes going glassy with lust at my manhandling. She watched us quietly—hypnotized by the picture we created.

We were fully clothed, but our need for each other was painted nakedly upon our faces.

I leaned down, pressed the side of my face against hers, clenched her throat, and murmured darkly, “You see these lips?” Using my right hand, I wiped my thumb over her plump bottom lip. “They belong to me. No one but me will ever kiss you again, doll.” I smeared the rouge on my thumb over her fluttering pulse. “You see this? It beats for me. Same as mine does for you.” I punctuated the statement by giving her jaw a quick nip. “Onlyyou.” She moaned low when I roughly pushed down the neckline of her dress, cupping a handful of her tit. “These nipples? Pebbled for me.” My hand made fast work of her zipper and pushed the dress’s silky material past her hips, letting it pool on the floor. My hand mapped down her torso, past her belly piercing, and stopping over her mound. The entirety of my hand covered her cunt and I squeezed it prominently. “And this bratty little pussy? Fucking dripping for me.” I slapped it. Gabriela moaned again. “You remember that the next time you wander out of my sight and some asshole decides to corner you.” I tilted her head back with the hand still around her neck. She peered up at me, heavy-lidded. “Tell him you’ve already got a man who owns you.”

I wasted no time kissing her hard.

She kissed me back, reciprocating my ardour.

“Is that so?” She gasped when I bit her bottom lip and tugged. “Didn’t realize I was signing up for such a possessive boyfriend when I agreed to date you. Maybe I should reconsider. Your bossy nature might be an issue for me.”

She loved to play with me.

And I loved to play back.

“I paid for everything you’re wearing tonight,” I grated, spinning her around to face me and tightening my leash around her throat. “I own it all, including you and that sinfully gone expression on your face.” I slapped her ass. She cried out. “SoI’ve earned the right to boss you around and you’re going to stop pretending like being told what to do doesn’t get you hot, baby.”

Gabriela enjoyed it when I took charge.

Lucky for her, I wasn’t planning on handing her the reins anytime soon.

“Now strip,” I commanded against her red lips. “I’ve got a pussy to eat.”

Gabriela’s arms lunged to vine around my neck and she stamped her mouth to mine in an impatient kiss, her moan barely muffled. She climbed my big body like a feral kitten, wrapping her legs around my middle, and I groaned at her enthusiasm. As we exchanged wet kisses, I spanked her ass in reprimand. For she’d disobeyed me by not removing her soaked thong.

So I ripped it off her in one clean swipe.

She whined into our kiss.

I smirked, giving her my tongue.

We made out almost angrily, stumbling against the foyer walls as we eagerly clawed at each other. I removed my suit jacket and she tackled my tie and dress shirt with vigour. Piece by piece, my clothes fell to the floor, joining hers, save for my suit pants, which were slung low on my hips, my hardened cock straining against my abs.

Harsh desire beat like drums between us, racketing up in intensity as we crashed into the foyer bench.

I sat long enough to shove two fingers into her slickness and gauge her reaction.

Gabriela threw her head back on a shaky scream, her sopping pussy easing my entry as I fingered her the way she liked. Stretching her. Preparing her. Giving her a preview of how good she was about to have it. The ends of her hair brushed my thighs and her tits quaked in my face. Naturally, I snagged a nipple,licking, sucking, and biting until my mark bloomed. “Oh, God. Hunter.”

Her walls tightened around my thrusting fingers. I wouldn’t let her come yet, refusing to renege on my promise of edging her.

I pulled out my drenched fingers and licked them clean, much to her protesting cry. “You think you deserve to come after failing to lick every drop of me, Gabriela?”

“Yes!Please.” Her frustrated, needy tone only made me grin as I slid forward, taking the brunt of the impact as we dropped to the floor. I’d punish her later then. Gabriela yelped with surprise when I flipped our positions so I was the one lying down and she was the one firmly seated atop my stomach muscles.

“Fucking come here,” I growled, urging her forward by grabbing two handfuls of her ass. “Come sit on my face, you filthy little plaything. I know you want it.”

Gabriela appeared dazed, her inhibitions swirling in the same lust-infused fog as me. There was a recklessness in the way her gloved hands dove into my hair for purchase and her knees quickly positioned on either side of my head, her pink, glistening pussy dangling just an inch above my mouth.