Page 75 of Ruthless Obsession

“They can’t have me, Sophie.”

Her body relaxes. When the fucker she trusted betrayed her I could see how it would be difficult to trust again.

Not that I’ve given her a choice.

My lips brush hers. “You’re mine, Sophie.”

She caresses my bearded cheek. “You’re mine. And all the women in this club house hate me because of it.” Her tongue glides across my lips.

“I don’t care.” She smirks.

“It’s me you want to hold. It’s my pussy you want to eat. And it’s my pussy you have to fuck.”

My chest rises and falls at the truth leaving her gorgeous, pouty gold colored lips.

Still gripping her neck, I lower her to the table and suck her clit into my mouth.

“Oh, yes,” she mutters. “See how wet I get for you. Just for you, Mavis.”

Her fingers twist in my hair as I tongue fuck her greedy hole.

I step back and unbutton my shirt under her lust filled gaze.

My slacks and boxers are next to go. I don’t remove her dress because I love the way it looks against her mahogany skin tone. I palm her breast. “Put it in,” I order.

She slides her hand up and down my shaft before pushing the head into her tight pussy.

“Fuck,” I grunt, as I grip one of her thighs and slam into her.

“Soon, I want to learn you’re carrying my baby.”

“Me too.” She smiles swept up in our intense fucking.

With each thrust the table slams into the wall. Now everyone knows I’m fucking my OL’ Lady.

“You’ve got me all bloody,” she purrs.

“Don’t worry we’ll get cleaned up,” I say as I plunge into her again and again.

I grab her neck and lean in as I fuck her mercilessly. “Your pussy will be sore tomorrow for that fuckers hand being on your thigh.”

“Mavis, baby,” she moans.

“Be a good girl while I’m away, Sophie.”

She pokes her lip out. “But I’m not a good girl,” she mutters as she rotates her hips.

“I’m a bag girl, Mavis.”

Fuck, this woman is destroying me from the inside out.

“Shit,” I growl. “I’m coming, baby.”

My hand tightens around her throat as our mouths crash together. I slam into her over and over, the wet sound of our bodies smacking filling the room.

“Mavis,” she moans, breath hitching. “Fill my pussy with your cum.”

Her voice breaks under the pressure of my grip, and I still inside her as thick spurts of cum paint her walls. I release her throat and bite her lower lip, our foreheads pressed together, panting—still locked together.