Page 128 of Fierce Obsession


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She rocks back, meeting my thrusts with a punctuation of a gasp or cry. I dig my fingers into her hip. She’s got bruises already from my rough handling, little finger-sized bruises on her ass and thighs.

A fading bite on her neck.

I pull her up by her hair, catching her around her middle to keep her back against my front. My angle changes, not able to go as deep, but it doesn’t matter. I latch on to her shoulder, biting until she screams. Her pussy clenches around my dick, sending a wave of electricity up my spine.

The hand tangled in her hair moves to her throat. Her pulse is quick, her chest heaving.

“Touch yourself,” I say in her ear.

She does. She runs her hand down her body, between her legs. Her fingers brush where we’re connected, feeling me pumping in and out. Then back to her clit.

Immediately, her muscles tense. I groan, my breath harsh. I pull out of her, release her, and spin her around. I push her back on the bed and go on one knee.

“I want to watch,” I tell her. I lift her legs, her calves on either side of my head, and slip back into her.

She’s positively dripping.

“Did I say you could stop touching yourself?” I demand.

Her gaze is a delightful mix of lust and loathing. I wrap my arms around her thighs, keeping them together and raised. It makes a tighter fit, a new angle, andfuck, I’m not going to last long like this.

She strokes herself slowly at first, then faster. Her tits bounce with every thrust, and if I had a third hand I’d reach out and palm them. She reads my mind and does exactly that, pinching her nipple between her fingers.

So. Damn. Sexy.

“I’m close,” she says, her breath hitching.

“Good,” I growl.

I chase the high right along with her. There’s still the taste of blood on my tongue. Blood and sex. Fitting for us.

She cries out, arching on the bed. Her eyes roll back, and her cunt squeezes me. I bury myself to the hilt inside her, my balls tightening. I comehard, seeing stars and nothing but white for a second.

“Hope your birth control is the good shit,” I manage to say.

I release her legs slowly and pull out of her. My gaze drops to her core, and I follow suit, dropping to my knees. Her legs hang off the bed, and I hoist one over my shoulder.

She sits up on her elbows. “What are you doing?”

“Watching,” I murmur.

“Watching—”

“My cum seep out of you.” I lick my lips, then lean forward and taste both of us. I plug her back up with my tongue, my fingers going up to her clit. Drumming a familiar tune that has her shaking all over again. I switch, thrusting two fingers inside her and sucking on the nub. Drawing out the torture.

This is a goodbye fuck, after all.

May as well make it memorable.

When my dick hardens again, I scoot her back and crawl over her. Ready for another round. The orgasms seem to have lessened her anger. At least, I think so until she bites me again. On the shoulder, hard enough to draw blood.

Ow.

I look down at it, at the way she broke skin.

But it doesn’t dull my appetite for her. Really, it just cements that we’re soul mates.

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