Page 31 of Abundance of Obsession

I kiss her, my tongue exploring. I’m hard. My pulse quickens, a flush spreading across my skin, then a deep, calming breath washes over me. Meanwhile, she climbs a little higher up my body, wanting to show me who’s in charge here. Who’s in control. She needs to think again, though, because that’s not my style.

A familiar sense of having experienced this before washes over me.

The elevator beeps; we’ve arrived. Holding her in my arms, I step out into the hallway where, between kisses on my neck, she tells me where to go.

A minute later, we’re already in her apartment, surrounded by complete darkness. It seems neither of us minds it as I press her against the door.

My lips find her neck. As her body arches, her breasts are against me. My hand travels along her body until it reaches her breasts. With no more waiting, I slip my hand into her dress neckline and pull out a breast. My reward is a loud moan when my lips reach her nipple, hard and hot. My tongue explores it before I sink my teeth in.

Responding, Cassandra shamelessly presses herself against me. She’s horny, just like me. I’m hard as a fucking rock. That’s perfect for my needs. This will help me regain my focus.

“Jesus. Get my clothes off already,” she moans.

I chuckle. “You’re impatient, aren’t you?” I whisper right into her ear.

Goosebumps appear on her skin—not just there, but all over her body. “You have no idea. Don’t judge.”

“I don’t intend to.”

I set her on her feet and grab the hem of her dress. Lifting it up, I pull it over her head. Meanwhile, her hands are busy with the buttons of my shirt.

I don’t interrupt her efforts. I slide my fingers down her body, landing right between her thighs.

“You’re soaking wet.” There’s a deep, lustful tone in my voice.

I like the way she reacts to me like this.

“Again, no judgment,” she pants.

My fingertips glide back and forth across the wet fabric. Again and again. This girl’s hips move in rhythm with me. Her moans and mumbles are indistinct. I can’t make out what she’s saying, but it doesn’t matter.

She’s hot, wet, and I need to be inside her.

She fumbles with the last button, her fingers trembling, before reaching for my belt. A few seconds later, my pants fall down to my ankles. Before kicking them aside, I reach inside my pocket and pull out a foil package. Her panties are next; they land behind me.

“You won’t need them,” I say.

“That sounds like a good plan.”

Using my teeth, I tear the package and slide the condom onto my hard cock. It’s so sensitive that a touch sends a shock through my entire body. A sigh of mingled desire and pleasure escapes my lips.

This time I’m faster. I grab her by the waist, lift her up, and she wraps her legs around me again. Then she lowers herself a bit. With that one move, it’s perfect positioning for me to get inside her. Her warmth is so close, I’m practically at my limit.

“Ready?”

“More than ever. Fuck me,” she says between quick breaths.

Her heart is pounding so hard I swear it’s about to burst out of her chest. We haven’t started playing yet, and she’s already out of breath. I hope I won’t have to do CPR on her afterward—I’m not exactly a pro at that.

With the go-ahead I get from her, I slide into her with one deep thrust. Cassandra lets out a cry. Whether it’s from relief or pleasure, I’m not sure. From my throat comes a deep growl.

Yes! That’s what I needed.

Right away, I pull out of her and thrust back in. This isn’t romance, much less love. It’s just sex. I’m fulfilling her request and fucking her with everything I’ve got. With all my force. As deep as I can.

Her back, slippery with sweat, slides against the door. I thrust without control and don’t stop until the whole apartment shakes from her screams. Cassandra comes as I expected—louder and without a shred of guilt over her pleasure.

Before the last wave of orgasm washes over her, she pulls her hands away from my shoulders and slips off me. My cock slides out of her, but I’m still hard. I’m not done with our fun yet.