Page 45 of Obsessed Mr. O’Brian

Chapter 14

Artur O’Brian

I relish her nails in my flesh as I push her impossibly higher, my own release growing every time her pussy clenches around my fingers.

More. I want more. I want everything.

She bites my tongue and tugs at my wrist in earnest, and even though I yearn to play with her for hours, I relent but can’t bear to leave the hot, silky furnace of her body, so I force myself to still. As her clit softens against my thumb and her pussy relaxes around my digits, she releases my tongue. I lift my head, pull her away from the mirror, and gawk at my handiwork.

She’s pure perfection with her rapid breathing and bouncing breasts, the exposed pink nipple, her flushed cheeks, and my hand hidden in her skirt.

“Does God know a demon stole one of his angels?” I murmur.

Millie shivers. I groan as her pussy flutters around my fingers.

“Let me go,” she says between ragged breaths.

“Never,” I snarl.

She shivers, blinks, and drags her nails across my nape.

“Get your fingers out of me. I need a turn,” she says in the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard.

I drop my lips to her shoulder and whisper, “I can’t. Not yet. I’m so close.”

Her hands leave me, and for a moment I feel as though I lost my only tether to reality. Sensations swirl together, and I barrel toward insanity as the feral beast inside me demands I claim the ethereal creature pulsing under and around me.

She slips her hands behind the small of her back before wedging them between us and nudging my trapped cock. I snarl a warning, but she pushes them lower and grabs me through my pants. Afraid I’ll aggravate the bruises on her shoulder, I capture the shell of her ear between my lips and suck.

Her pussy clenches around my digits and her nipple pebbles against my palm. She’s so fucking responsive I might disgrace myself, so I pull my hips back.

My dirty little angel takes advantage. She works my belt open, unbuttons my trousers, unzips my fly, and slips both hands into my waistband.

I groan as she closes her fists around me. Her dainty fingers create a startlingly powerful grip. My knees loosen and balls tighten.

With awe-inspiring flexibility, she strokes me from base to tip before pulling her hands out and shoving my pants down over my hips. They fall into a puddle of fabric around my ankles.

Unimpeded by the extra layers of material, she cups my balls and wraps her hand around my shaft.

I’ve never been so hard.

She explores every inch of me. I barely breathe as she tips me perilously close to losing control.

When she squeezes my tip, I jerk and growl. She gasps, pulls her ear out of my mouth, grinds her clit against the heel of my palm, and twists her hands.

When she cranes her neck and kisses me, her breast shifts in my hand and her pussy spasms around my digits.

The dam at the base of my spine breaks. My balls draw up close to my body, and my dick kicks in her hands.

She disappears with a soul-wrenching suddenness, drops to her knees, and closes her tight, wet mouth around my cock.

Euphoria rips through me, and I come in long, thick waves. She swallows, strokes, and earns a broken shout when she flicks her tongue over my tip before pulling back and aiming the viscous stream of my release onto her breasts.

With my hands in her satiny hair and my seed dripping down her chin and creamy chest, I empty my balls so fast and hard my head spins.

I float in a cloud of bliss.

Her honey glistens on my fingers and fills the room with the scent of her pleasure. I stick them in my mouth and groan as colors burst along my tastebuds. An orgasm launches from the base of my spine, punches through my balls, and sears the inside of my shaft. A fresh spurt of jizz leaves my tip and splatters on her throat.