Page 82 of Obsidian Dream

“Yes.”

“I’m going to come, but I’m going to let you choose.On you or in you?”

Khalida murmured something into the bed that he couldn’t quite understand.

He half took a step back.

“No,” Khalida gasped, the soft protest shaking her head as she reluctantly registered what he was doing.

He wanted to make sure she knew it was her choice.

“With your words.”

“Fuck.”

“That is what I am trying to do, Kiki, but you seem to have other ideas,” Talik teased, as he gently rubbed the tip of his cock along her seam.It felt so damn good, soft and inviting.Everything he had missed.

Glutton for punishment and masochist—that is what he was when it came down to it.It was the only way to explain why he wasn’t already inside Khalida.

“In me.”

“See, that wasn’t too hard.”

Khalida choked.“Are you actually going to fuck me or just talk about it?”

That was his girl.He wasn’t done playing.Unfortunately he didn’t think he would last long, no matter how much he wanted to draw out Khalida’s pleasure.But he was always up for the challenge.

He slowly moved forward, and agonizingly slow, he entered her.She clenched around him, her pussy weeping against his cock, begging for him to move faster.He could barely breathe as he tried to control himself.Everything in him wanted to dominate and claim Khalida, make her his in every way possible.A long-forgotten animal instinct rushed to the forefront.It was at war within him.The desire to remain in controlandbe the reason she fell apart.

Khalida pushed back, but he held her firmly in place, forcing her to wait.He moved slower, filling her as she clenched her fists, grasping at the satin sheets as she writhed.Just like the good girl he knew she was.Her perfect pussy stretched around him, clasping him like a glove.

He slowly pulled out of her.The cool air on the end of his cock made him want to scream before sliding straight into her.Hard.

“Talik!”

Her body shook as she quickly adjusted to him, clenching him.It felt like home.

Every part of him stilled as a bead of sweat dripped from his forehead.His body shook from the control he was trying to exert.He wanted to savor the moment, remember how she fit him like a glove.

She grabbed the hand on her hip, moving it so he brushed her clit.Defiantly, she looked at him.The challenge was clear.“I thought you wanted to make me scream.”

Talik chuckled before flicking her clit.“I wouldn’t dare disobey.”

“Good.”

Sweat coated Khalida’s body as her shirt continued to ride up her back, as he increased the tempo of his thrusts.His fingers circled her clit, edging her toward her orgasm, making her want more with each touch.

Khalida’s scent deepened as pleasure rolled off her in waves.Her breathing became erratic as her body trembled.She was so damn close; he could almost taste it.

“My name, princess,” he grunted, his balls tightening as he fought the urge to come.Not until Khalida had finished, and he could taste it on his fingers.

She shuddered, her stomach tensing as a wave of pleasure seemed to roll through her.

This time, she didn’t fight the demand.

“Talik!”Khalida screamed into the bed; the sheets muffled the sound.

It was what he needed.