Page 9 of Abundance of Obsession

I feel good. I feel good…

Fuck! I feel good.

I almost believe it when she whispers into my ear. “I want to ride you. On your back, baby boy.”

I’m not sure what’s more surprising: her words or the power in her thighs as she flips me. All without pulling out of her.

Baby boy?

What the fuck?

Anyway, now I’m on my back, she’s bouncing on my cock, and my hands are on her full hips. We keep doing this over and over again while she massages her breasts. That part of her body, that game, amuses her more than it does me. Or so it seems.

Her moans get even louder and more exhausting.

“Do you want to come, baby boy? Should I give it to you? Hm? Beg,” she says, and my mind goes blank. I didn’t sign up for her dominance. Or any other woman’s, for that matter. There’s no fucking way I’m begging her for that!

Stacy/Macy’s gaze is still absent. I won’t lie, the malice in her eyes scares me a little. There’s something dark there, giving me goosebumps all over my body. Noticing this, the girl smiles, mistaking it for a sign of my arousal.

I’m hoping for a quick finish. That’s the truth.

However, I want to make sure she orgasms before I send her out of my bed.

A few more pumps. Come on!

Three. Two…

Her scream is ear-splitting. It’s so loud that half the city can hear her, I’m sure. Fucking hell! A wave of pleasure surges through her body, causing a shiver, and her pussy tightens around my cock.

Oh yeah, now I can feel her much better. But—

That’s not the case for me. Being with her doesn’t make me lose my mind. I don’t even get that usual rush right before I fill the condom with my cum.

She collapses onto me, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“That was fun,” she murmurs.

All I can do is nod.

It’s obviously nonsense, but that’s how it is.

If she thinks this is the time for cuddling, she couldn’t be further from the truth.

At that exact moment, my phone buzzes on the nightstand.

My hands still rest on her hips, so it’s pretty easy for me to push her off. To prevent her from seeing the empty condom, I turn away, sit up, and focus on the screen.

My father.

Goddamn it. That’s all I needed today.

A moment ago, I was trying to drown out my thoughts with a stranger’s body. Now the past is knocking on my door, through the phone.

Leaping from the bed, I make my way to the bathroom. “I have an important conference call in a minute,” I say, loud enough for her to hear. Actually, loud enough for her to hear everything my lips aren’t saying.

Time for you to find your way out.

“Are you serious?” A note of tension enters her voice.