Page 50 of Obsession

Robbie covers my cunt with his hot mouth, then proceeds to lick and suck until I’m shaking and shivering beneath his skilled hands and tongue. His fingers nip my thighs as he grips me tight. I truly am his last meal.

A selfish part of me revels in the knowledge that Robbie hasn’t tasted pussy in nearly two decades. Now, he’s more than ravenous and eats me out like he wants to feast on my soul—the very essence of me.

His tongue circles my entrance, lapping up the juices that drip from me, and he groans deeply, whispering, “Fucking perfect.”

“Robbie,” I moan, reaching down to pull his hair. “Fuck, more… Please, Robbie.”

“Keep moaning my name like that, baby.” He spreads my pussy lips apart with two fingers to reveal my swollen clit.

His drunk eyes flick up to mine, and his sinful smile and a hint of incisor teeth have me biting my lip and throwing my head back. I’ll die here soon if he doesn’t fill me up with those tattooed fingers. I need him inside me, on top of me, every-fucking-where.

“Robbie, please.”

Sucking my pulsing clit between his soft lips, he shoves two fingers inside me and curls them just right, his beard scratchingmy thighs deliciously. I see flashing stars and a strangled moan scratches my throat. I’ve never been this loud before, but this man takes me to places my mind only dreamed of.

He’s not gentle at all, and I love that. Beneath me, the hard surface rubs my back as he fucks me almost brutally with his thick digits to the soundtrack of my wet pussy.

“Fucking mine,” he growls in a tone that drips with raw possessiveness.

He sucks on my pussy lips, and then his mouth returns to lap at my clit until the coil inside my core is strung so tight that one more filthy word from that beautiful mouth or a painful nip of those sharp teeth will send me hurtling into eternity. I’ll explode into a million fragmented pieces, like a star-filled sky on a cold winter’s night.

“Oh, God, yes!” I whimper, trapping his head with my thighs.

The pleasure is almost too much to bear. His responding grunt has me gasping.

“There’s no God within these walls, Savannah. It’s just me, eating your soaking little pussy.” He blows on my glistening slit, his mouth and chin wet with my desire, his eyes heavy with lust. “And let me tell you, it’s the best meal I’ve ever fucking had.”

Two fingers become three. I tighten around him while every muscle in my body tenses. The pleasure builds. I can’t breathe. I’m strung so tight.

I gasp, throwing my hands out for leverage, and curl my fingers around the table’s edge. It feels so fucking good it hurts. My pussy clenches, ripples, pulses.

“Come for me, Savannah. Be a good girl and give me that orgasm.”

I explode.

Holy shit. The world disappears and pleasure floods through me like a burst dam. A scream rips from my lips, but it sounds far away. I can’t focus on anything other than the pulsatingsensation between my trembling legs. Not while I’m falling apart around Robbie’s fingers.

I’ve barely caught my breath when he stands up and grabs me by the throat. He lifts me off the table and brings my lips close to his, growling, “You’re mine. Make no fucking mistake. You have a choice to make, Savannah.” His fingers cut off my airflow, his lips moving against mine. “When you live in this place for long enough, you learn that favors don’t come cheap. Now…” Those sensuous lips spread into a cold, filthy smile, and he nips my swollen bottom lip, splitting the skin with his sharp teeth. “If you let him touch you, I won’t be held responsible for what happens next. I already have a death sentence hanging over my head, and they can’t kill me twice.”

His grip loosens to allow me small sips of air. My spread thighs quiver, and my exposed pussy tingles with aftershocks. I’m a glutton for him and would happily be his dirty whore.

“I had to show you I trust you. That came at a price, Hammond.”

A vicious growl rumbles in his chest, and he bares his teeth, but I don’t fear him. Not anymore.

“I have no choice but to pay.”

His grip around my throat tightens again to painful levels, and panic sets in. I fight him, clawing my nails down his wrist.

“Touch him, and he dies. The choice is yours. Unless”—a breathy chuckle whispers across my lips—“you want me to kill him. Trust me, baby. It’ll be my pleasure.”

With those cruel words, he shoves me away, sits back down, and puts his handcuffs back on as though he wasn’t feasting on my pussy less than five minutes ago.

Legs splayed wide, I struggle to get my breathing under control. Robbie never looks away from my eyes. Never lets his eyes drop to my slick pussy. I should close my legs. And I do—when the door handle rattles.

I scramble off the table and almost fall on my ass as I retake my seat, brushing my hair off my damp forehead.

Robbie keeps that steady gaze on me the entire time, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. I’m so damn flustered that I struggle to sit still on my chair when the guard grabs Robbie’s arm and pulls him to his feet.