Page 50 of His Secret Obsession
I’m losing it.
“On your belly.”
Reaching down, I flip her over. My palm connects with her ass cheek, the sound of the slap filling the space between us. I watch the slight bounce of her pliant muscles, the pink that blossoms where my palm hits. She yelps, but she thrusts her ass out for another.
Slap.
Running my hands down her hips, I prop her up so she’s on her knees with her thighs spread.
My heart pounds in my chest as I line my cock up to her entrance. I grit my teeth, hissing out a breath as I ease the head inside her. The feeling of her tight, wet heat pulling me in is indescribable. I spread her slowly, pausing when she sucks in a breath. My hands reach around her front, thrumming at her clit.
She whimpers, and her pussy clenches around my cock.
“Fuck,” I hiss. My eyes nearly roll back in my head.
“I want every inch.” Her breathy, mewled plea hits me straight in the groin. “Now.”
Fuck it.
I slam the rest of the way inside her. Her tight, wet heat encases me, and warning bells clang together inside my head. She feels so good, and I’m going to lose myself inside this tight body. And—
She cries beneath me, her fingers clutching the bedsheet in a tight grip. For a moment, a fissure of fear runs down my spine, and I’m afraid that I’ve hurt her. But then she starts pushing her ass back, and I know she wants me to start thrusting.
So, I do.
The way I fuck her isn’t gentle or sweet—there’ll be plenty of time for that later. This is a brutal, carnal slapping of skin on skin. The sound of her wet arousal fills the room, along with my panting and the smell of sex. A bead of sweat trickles down my chest, but I don’t stop.
I watch as her body bounces beneath me, taking every thrust. She cries out again when I hit a particularly sensitive spot, her cries growing louder than before. She buries her face into the black comforter beneath her, her palm covering her mouth to muffle the sounds.
“Fuck that shit, baby.” I drag her palm away from her mouth. “You’re in my bed now, and you don’t get to hold back on me.”
Looping an arm around her waist, I hoist her up until she’s on her knees with her back pressed to my chest. I peer down our bodies to the place where my cock spreads her apart and disappears inside her.
She whines, her nails digging into my arm.
“You look so good taking my cock.”
“Jax, oh my God.”
Her head leans back onto my shoulder, her eyes glazed over and her lips parted. With every thrust, I’m getting closer. My balls tighten, and I’m nearly growling as I pump my hips. My thrusts become erratic, and white-hot pleasure spirals down my spine straight to my groin. Reaching my hand around the front of her body, my thumb rubs circles over her clit.
“You feel…so good,” she pants. Her nails scratch up my arms, the light sting only adding to my pleasure. She releases a strangled sob.
“I can’t do it. Jax, oh my God. It feels so good, but I can’t…”
She jerks in my arms, sounding so desperate I know she’s about to come for the last time. Her own skin is damp with sweat as she mumbles incoherently, and I suspect she’s reaching her limits.
“Be a good girl for me, baby.”
Thrust.
“Give me one more, and I’ll let you rest.”
Thrust.
“Take me with you when you go.”
Thrust.
