Page 157 of Obsession

I join Savannah on the wraparound porch at our beach house. Walking up behind her, I trap her in with my hands on the railing.

“I’ll never get used to this view.” I bury my nose in her hair. “You smell so damn good.” Breathing her in, I let go of the railing to brush her strands away from her shoulder.

She sighs contentedly when I pepper kisses on the curve of her neck, and I pull her against my straining erection inside my boxers, whispering, “I’m always so damn hard for you.”

Shuddering, she slowly turns in my arms, leans back against the railing, and trails her hands over my chest toward my shoulders.

Her eyes lock on mine and darken with lust.

She’s just as beautiful now as she was the first time I saw her in prison. I could tell she trembled with nerves even as she tried to hide it by keeping her hands in her lap.

I slam my mouth to hers, stealing the breath from her soft lips, and my fingers get lost in her long locks as I devour her.

I kiss her until we’re both breathless yet unable to come up for air, consumed by each other and this pulsing need between us that never seems satiated, no matter how much we fuck.

“Fuck, you kill me,” I growl, kissing her again and nipping her bottom lip. “When will I get enough of you? When will I stop craving you like this?”

“Never,” she breathes as she frees my aching erection.

I choke on a grunt. “Jesus, fuck!”

Before I can catch my breath, she’s on her knees with my cock grabbed in her hand. She drags her tongue up the length and stares up at me with those big, brown eyes of hers that make me weak at the fucking knees every time.

Braced against the railing, I fist her hair with my other hand, and she takes me in her warm mouth and sucks me deep.

My head falls back on a groan, the tendons straining in my neck. I’m in fucking heaven.

Savannah sucks and licks while jacking my hard length with long strokes. Then she looks up at me with a wicked gleam in her eyes.

She knows how to tame the voices in my head.

When she kneads my balls with her free hand, tugging a little too hard to elicit a bite of delicious pain, I swallow down more curses.

“You want my cum, baby?” I ask, palming her head and thrusting deep into her narrow throat.

She gags and drags her nails down my thighs, leaving behind a sharp sting that makes my balls draw up tight in her grip.

I don’t want to come just yet.

Not until she’s thoroughly fucked and sore.

I slide out from her mouth and squeeze the throbbing length before trailing my thumb over the protruding veins.

After pulling her to her feet, I spin her around to face the ocean, flip up her gown to expose her tanned ass, and slap her hard on each cheek.

She yelps and tries to look at me over her shoulder, but I grab her neck to keep her facing forward.

I rub my hard shaft through her soaking slit. “You sore from last night?”

Nodding, she pushes her ass back against me. “Fuck me, Robbie.”

“Who am I to deny my girl?” I ask as I sink inside her torturously slowly. Her walls clamp down around my cock, testing my self-control. “I haven’t even started moving yet, and you’re already pulsing and strangling my dick, baby.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” she snarls, showing me a rare glimpse of her hellcat.

I pull out to the tip, then ram my cock inside her, fucking her hard and fast.

Her sweet tits bounce inside her gown in the morning sun, and I yank it down to expose her completely. My fingers trail down her beautiful, vulnerable spine, feeling each curvature beneath my touch.