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Sebastian’s annoying sound made me lose focus as I tried to enjoy our girl, and I wanted him to shut the fuck up. I wanted to reach over and rip his damn voice box out. One more goddamn time, and I’d hold Sebastian’s Adam’s apple in my grasp while I blew my load. Snore one more time you—
Liv’s eyes stirred, fluttered once and twice until her vision grew accustomed to the darkness. I had missed her dark chocolate depths and the way her pupils searched my figure looming over her, but she only made me beat my cock ten times faster. All before her doe eyes widened in shock as I startled her awake.
A scream formed, but I covered her mouth with my hand and quietly mouthed, “Sh.”
Our girl did just that. Liv shut up while my hand dragged up my shaft and pushed back down. The motion was smooth thanks to the putty which was cozy from the warmth I had already created. I was only getting started. She had seen nothing yet.
My naughty plan hadn’t gone the way I had intended. I had wanted to jerk off over top of her pretty face and take a picture for a keepsake. My load would blow into the sticky putty, and I’d leave the tin can underneath the pillow as a present.
But Liv was awake. Ultimately, I preferred staring into her horrified, pretty eyes.
I held back a groan as Liv watched me, and her nostrils flared to life. Her breath was heavy against my hand as her fucking fiancé continued with his racket, but I didn’t give a shit. I couldn’t care less that he was in her bed with her when we should be the ones on either side of her. Saint and I curled up with our girl. Our hands touching her tits, kissing her skin, licking her pink cunt and making her scream. Not some fucker lying next to her who didn’t give a shit about her.Damnit.Maybe I cared way too much.
But it didn’t matter.
We were the ones who fucked her and made Liv come like a broken faucet. We were her phantoms who watched her every move, and I was sure Saint would tune into this. He’d see her put up a brief fight, and I hoped he could see the reflection of her fearful beauty in my eyes. Not scared of me. No. Terrified of what I’d do to her husband-to-be.
She wanted the bastard alive, and she had given no reason for us saving the asshole’s pathetic life.Make no mistake, Liv, we intended to break Sebastian’s clock. He just didn’t know it yet.He lived on borrowed time and we were bound to crack him in half.
I towered over top of her, her head pressed back into the pillow and her hands clenched my arm. The grip from her touch loosened as she ran her hands up my arm and she caressed my forearmwith her fingernails while her eyes undeniably turned from fear into red fiery lust. Her depths swirled with passion, and I got caught up in her.
My partially parted lips widened as I couldn’t contain the beast inside of me, and I held the darkness at bay. The tide rocked with an untamed flow as I thrusted into the putty until I was fucking ready to explode. I wanted to fill the air with my grunts and be the alarm that woke everyone up in the neighborhood, but our girl alarmed me.
Liv covered my mouth with her hand, and I groaned into it, “Shit.”
Squish after squish, I filled the motherfucking putty up with my come. The sound grew louder, causing Sebastian to flop on the bed, and the motion made Liv freeze. My wicked beauty had become untamed from below me.
Unlike her, I didn’t care if the prick woke and saw me blowing my load over his fiancée. Hell, if this damn putty wasn’t in the way, I would’ve come all over her face.
The fucker was lucky if you asked me. I kept his trophy wife clean, this time at least.
But Sebastian slept like a horse.
Liv’s body relaxed as I twitched out the last of my seed with a swift jerk and kissed her palm. A shudder ran through her as she released me, and my dickthrobbed again. I wanted her so fucking bad. I needed to rattle her intelligent brain, eat out her sweet tasting pussy, and devour those pouty lips until they bruised from my abuse.
But I’d take the alternative.
I bent down and placed a soft brush of my lips on hers. My tongue parted her mouth ever so gently, and I deepened the kiss. I wasn’t harsh, but tender, and she’d feel me straight to the tips of her cute little toes. I captured her moan and ate the sound up. I wanted to gobble her whole and never let go, but I had to.
With our girl’s sweet kiss on my greedy mouth, I placed the putty back inside the tin jar and craved more of her. I resisted all my better judgment and handed the tin to her. Surprisingly, she took the gift as I zipped up my jeans and walked backward to exit her bedroom. She only watched me as I waved and made my way out of the room. My quiet footfalls on the stairs as I went down and avoided the creaky step I had grown to recognize.
The addiction inside of me screamed to go back and grab her. We’d run away with Saint and never return, but she wasn’t ready to be ours yet. The time was close, so near I could taste it. The same way Liv would relish in the flavor of my whiskey on her lips from our feverish kiss. A grapple of our lips she wouldn’t soon forget.
“Until next time, little obsession,” I whispered into the lonely dark and locked up her front door.
Forty-Three
Their Obsession
Liv
Why the hell did I still have this thing?
Days had gone by since Sin was here and masturbated into fucking silly putty. The squishy substance reminded me of a child’s sensory toy, but all I remembered when I saw it was his aroused face. Him getting his rocks off while standing over me because he was such a loose cannon and needed to release his pent up sexual tension.
But I still kept the damn tin jar!
“Ah!” I yelled into my pillow out of frustration.
