Page 160 of Obsession

“I’m going to try my damn hardest to give our kid the best fucking future possible.”

He sinks to his knees and places his palms on my thighs. Then he wrenches them open, and the playful smirk on his lips takes on a filthy edge.

My chest heaves with a panting intake of breath when he hooks his fingers in my panties. He slides them down my legs slowly, teasingly, then tosses them over his shoulder and dives down to breathe me in.

His broad shoulders shift as I slide my hands over them, admiring their masculine beauty. The fabric of his white shirt bunches beneath my fingers.

He peers up at me from beneath his dark lashes, his hot breaths heating my slit. I’m wanton with lust, a glutton for him, seeing him like this with his head trapped between my thighs. The scrape of his beard against my skin does erotic things to my body.

A wicked gleam sparkles in his eyes when he finally drags his warm tongue through my slit.

My breath escapes me in a rush, and I fall back against the seat. I moan out his name, shamelessly aroused by his sinful mouth. Robbie sinks his tongue inside me and hums against my most sensitive parts.

A sensual melody my body responds to instinctually.

I want more.

“Robbie,” I whimper, my lip trapped between my teeth. “Oh, Robbie.”

“That’s my good girl,” he praises, brushing his thumb over my clit before circling his tongue over the aching pearl in time with my whimpers, like the moon commands the tide.

“I took the rest of the day off work so that I could come home and eat your pussy until you fall asleep.” He bites the inside of my thigh, eliciting a gasp from my trembling lips.

I lift my head, watching him lick and suck and nibble, making true to his promise to feast on me until the sun dips below the ocean through the large windows to our left.

Shuddering breaths rack my chest, and my core tightens and coils. Tension builds inside until I can’t hold it back anymore.

Sucking my clit between his teeth, he fucks me with his long fingers.

Fingers I’ve seen covered in blood.

Fingers that have killed.

Those same fingers push me over the edge as I come around his digits.

I quiver and shake. I whimper and shudder.

Pumping my pussy, he draws out every ounce of my orgasm until I’m trembling and barely able to hold my head upright.

As my heart struggles to return to normal, thumping heavily in my temples and chest, he pulls his fingers out and sucks them clean.

He hums with masculine approval, and then his eyes lock on mine, heavy with lust and the promise of more to come. He rises to his feet, and his hard dick tents his pants as he cups my chin. “I’m going to cook you your favorite meal, and then I’m going to fuck you hard, Mrs. Meyers. I’ll have you scream this place down before the night’s end. That’s a fucking promise.”

The End.