Page 48 of His Secret Obsession
“You don’t get my cum until I’m inside you.”
Her eyes darken, and my stomach swoops as I watch her dainty tongue dart out to lick up a drop of precum on the corner of her lip. I can tell by the flash of triumph in her eyes that she thinks I’m about to pull her down on the bed and push inside her. She’s aching for it; I can tell by the subtle way she keeps squeezing her thighs and wiggling around.
“Then get inside me,” she pants.
No, baby, I’m not getting mine until you’re begging me to stop. Just when you think you can’t take even one more ounce of pleasure, I’ll prove you wrong.
Reaching under her arms, I help her to stand before stepping back. I’m nearly trembling with excitement as I pull my t-shirt over my head and toss it to the floor. Her eyes roam over my naked torso, giving it an appreciative look that makes me want to flex like a horny teenager. I love the way she’s looking at me, love how her eyes linger over the tattoo on my chest.
“Clothes off. Now.”
She immediately obeys, getting that hungry look in her eyes as her fingers pull the hem of her dress up.
“Good girl.” I croon the words when her dress hits the floor, and she’s standing in front of me in nothing but a bra. She sucks in a sharp breath, and I grin. She responds so beautifully to praise.
I file away that mental note for later.
Next, I nod towards her black, lacy bra. “Off.”
“You’re bossy.”
“You like it.”
My smirk falters as her bra drops to the floor. For the first time, she’s fully bare in front of me and I drink her body in. There’s a hickey on her collarbone, the skin already turning a gorgeous shade of blue and purple. Like the neanderthal I am, it sent a surge of pride through me when her date caught sight ofit. His eyes nearly bulged out of his eye sockets, but I don’t think Maddie even knew why. I’m not sure she realized I left a visible mark of possession on her skin for everyone to see.
“Beautiful,” I whisper, loving the way her cheeks can still turn a rosy pink, even after making her come on my fingers in a public restroom. She remains still as I slowly saunter forward, my eyes taking in the sight of her heavy breasts with their perky nipples and the bare pussy that glistens with her arousal. I stop in front of her, placing her hands on the open waistband of my pants.
“Take them off for me, baby.” I hover over her lips, whispering the words as my mouth brushes lightly against hers. She swallows, her hands trembling slightly as she pushes down both my pants and boxer briefs at the same time. My cock is still hard between us, the red tip glistening with Maddie’s spit as I step out of the last of my clothes. Her hand wraps around my length, her thumb spreading precum around my sensitive head.
I hiss at the delicious contact. “Do you remember what I said at the restaurant?” I ask.
Her forehead wrinkles, her eyebrows pinching together.
“I believe I said I owe you a few more orgasms.”
One of my hands glides down her waist, coming down on the other side to cup her ass. My other hand cups a breast, watching her chest arch as my thumb grazes over her nipple. I’m rewarded with a throaty moan. I savor the feel of her breast in my palm, my hard cock dragging across her hip.
“You don’t have to—”
I stop her with another kiss, this time tugging on her bottom lip before letting her go.
Whatever men she’s been with up to this point clearly haven’t made her feel like the queen she is. I try not to remind myself that my brother was one of those men. I really don’t want to think about the fact that he knows what her pussy feels likearound his cock and I don’t. I’m about to remedy that though, and I’ll make sure she forgets what the others were like.
“Making you come is not a chore; it’s a fucking honor.”
Her eyes flare wide, some emotions playing out that I can’t quite decipher. I motion towards the bed behind her. “Get on your back, spread your pretty thighs, and show me how much you want me.”
I want her to see for her own eyes how attractive I find her. I refuse to be one of those men who only make love to their women in the darkness of night, allowing them to feel insecure about their bodies. She’s beautiful, even the parts of herself that she tries to hide.
A whoosh of air flows from her lungs as she climbs onto the bed. She spreads her legs for me, her hand twitching like she wants to cover herself.
“Wider.”
Her body jerks when I lean over the bed, my palms supporting my weight as I bark the order at her. She spreads her legs a little wider, her belly moving up and down with stuttered breaths. It might make her a little nervous to be on display for me, but I don’t miss the way her pupils dilate or how hard her nipples are.
“Spread them all the way,” I tell her, climbing onto the bed.
Reaching towards the lamp on the nightstand next to us, I tug on the metallic chain. It flickers to life, the soft light illuminating Maddie’s naked body. She blinks.
