Page 114 of Abundance of Obsession

“You’re so fucking wet for me.”

My thumb presses against her clit.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!”

“Look at me. I want to see you come.” Zoe’s eyes surrender to my will, hazy, filled with desire, with need.

It takes just three circles of that one finger on her little button, and a scream bursts from Zoe’s throat. She calls out my name. It’s the most beautiful melody I’ve ever heard in my life. But I don’t stop. I keep massaging her, even as she clenches around my cock even tighter. My thrusts keep going.

The sight of my woman in ecstasy is enough to make me lose control. And I let go.

The current surging through me makes my toes curl. I thought only women could experience this, but I was wrong. My insides explode and my brain stops functioning. I thrust into her one last time and freeze in that position with a drawn-out moan on my lips.

Jesus fucking Christ!

I let the orgasm tear me apart and then put me back together again.

Every time I have sex with Zoe is different; every time, it brings something new to our relationship. But what happened today, right now, is sheer insanity.

My lips collide greedily with hers, and it feels like my last breath. Perhaps that’s precisely it.

As the last waves of orgasm wash over me, I pull out of her. Even though I don’t want to. Not at all.

Her firm breasts heave with the same intensity as just a moment ago. Zoe is gasping for breath, her skin glistening with sweat. The sight alone gives me as much satisfaction as giving her another orgasm.

I force myself to get out of bed. The urge to take care of my woman is stronger, so I bring a damp towel from the bathroom to clean her up. However, the thought of her walking around all day with my cum oozing from her pussy down those luscious thighs is hot.

“Did you hear that?” Zoe asks as I rub the towel over her labia.

“No. What is it?”

“I think someone’s knocking.”

“I’ll go get it.” I start to get up, but she stops me.

“What if it’s Ash? I’ll go.”

Not to ruin the mood, but I couldn’t care less if it’s Ash. Or Ryker. Or anyone else. It’s about time everyone found out.

But it’s already too late. Zoe throws on a long sweatshirt before she opens the bedroom door.

I throw on a T-shirt too, pull on my pants, and follow her.

“Who is it?” I ask from the hallway.

“No one. They left a package outside.”

Before I can say a word, Zoe is standing at the kitchen island, a box on the counter, pulling on a red ribbon.

Damien immediately comes to mind. This guy has to go.

Zoe lifts the lid of the box and peeks inside. She gasps loudly, her hands flying to her mouth.

It doesn’t look good. Quite the opposite. She’s terrified. Still, she can’t take her eyes off whatever’s inside.

“Zoe?” I rush over to her, peek inside, and turn her to face me. My arms wrap around her in a hug so she won’t look.

Inside, on fancy paper, lies…