Page 51 of His Secret Obsession
This time when she comes, she throws her head back and releases a keening scream. She detonates so beautifully, coming all over my dick. Her wet heat squeezes me in a vice-like grip and it sets off my own orgasm. I jerk one last time, spilling inside her with a rugged groan. I’m speaking into her ear, barely aware of what I’m saying as I come. I think I’m telling her how good she feels and how long I’ve dreamed of being inside her like this.
I tell her that she’sall mine.
When we finally collapse onto the bed, I pull her limp body onto her side while I curl up behind her. My legs intertwine with hers, while we pant together and wait for our bodies to cool. I came so hard my head is fuzzy in its post-orgasmic state. Maddie looks dazed herself, her eyes only half-open.
My sexy little goddess.
Eventually, her skin pebbles from the cool air so I force my heavy limbs to climb out of bed. I amble into the bathroom, wet a wash-cloth with warm water, and gently clean up the drying sweat before wiping my cum clean from between her legs. I try to be gentle and avoid any sensitive spots, but she still hisses. Giving her an apologetic smile, I lean down and press a tender kiss to her lips.
After I drop the wash-cloth off in the laundry basket, I pull the blankets up to her shoulders and climb in beside her. My arm drapes over her waist, my heart feeling unusually full as I snuggle into the crook of her neck. Within minutes, she’s sleeping peacefully. Despite my own exhaustion, I don’t fall asleep right away. I stay awake for a while, peering down at the angel in my arms.
I never thought this day would come, never thought I would have the woman I’m secretly obsessed with inmybed. I’m going to spend the next few months being greedy as hell with her time—the memories will have to last me the rest of my life, after all.
Maddison
Holy fuck, this man’s sex drive is damn near insatiable. And I’m discovering just how quickly my libido can get revved up again, too. Jax’s body is like a drug I can’t resist. There’s something about the way his work-calloused hands explore my curves while his rusty, sleep-addled voice is murmuring dirty things in my ear that’s making me wet again. I glance at the clock on the nightstand next to me, mentally taking note of the ungodly hour.
“You can’t seriously be awake already. We were up half the night,” I groan, my voice scratchy. “It’s barely five in themorning. I need more sleep.” I need at least six hours of solid sleep to be a functioning human being.
“I’m not awake. My dick is.”
I giggle and smack his hand away from my breast. It slides down to my hip instead before grabbing a handful of my ass and grinding his morning erection along the crease. My nipples harden as I suck in a sharp breath and rub my thighs together.
The temptation to let him fuck me again, despite my lingering soreness from last night, is growing by the second.
“My pussy needs a break from your monster cock,” I mumble. I lean back into his body, arching my neck slightly. He kisses up the slope before nipping my ear. Neck kisses from Jax are my new weakness.
“I’ll be so gentle, baby.”
The words are a velvety purr in my ear, making me want to melt into the soft mattress beneath me. Fresh arousal seeps from my pussy, my clit giving a pulsing throb to let me know that we are indeed back in business. I spread my legs a little, and I can feel Jax’s smile against my shoulder. One hand slides under me to cup my breast, giving it a light squeeze. His other hand slips between the folds of my pussy, quickly finding my entrance and using a finger to spread my arousal up to my clit.
“You’re so wet. You need this, don’t you?” he whispers. His mouth suctions onto my shoulder, sucking lightly. My free hand manages to find its way back between our bodies, where I give his cock a few strokes. He hisses out a breath, rocking his erection into me a little faster.
“I can’t help it. You make me feel so good.”
His index finger rubs feather-light strokes around my clit. Heat pools in my belly, tiny bursts of pleasure ricocheting through my body with each stroke. My breathing quickens, my hips rocking forward to chase the friction.
With one hand, he lifts my leg over his hip to spread me open. His other hand guides the head of his cock through my slit. He bumps it against my clit, teasing me until I whimper. Then he’s pushing into me—slowly, so slowly. I gasp, the sensation of being filled by him indescribable. He feeds me his cock, inch-by-inch, until I’m taking all of him.
“There you go, baby, I knew you could take me again.”
His words send a wave of heat pulsing through me, and I clench around him. He curses under his breath, tightening his grip on my hip before he begins to rock into me. At this angle, his cock hits me in just the right spot. With each steady thrust, that delicious pressure builds.
Whereas last night was a raw, carnal fucking—a sating of desire that had been too long denied—this is a slow, languorous climb to the top.
“Yes,” I half-moan, half-sigh. “Just like that. Please, please.” His finger returns to my clit, and my body jerks at the electricity zapping through my nerves. Every touch pushes me closer and closer to that inevitable end…
“You’re always so good for me.”
I climax with a keening whimper, the rush of pleasure almost painful as it spreads outward. My lips fall open as my pussy squeezes around his cock, my mind swept away in the throes of passion. Jax groans, his hands stilling on my clit as his steady thrusts grow erratic. Then he’s spilling inside me with my name on his lips.
The dark bedroom is silent for long minutes, filled with nothing but our quiet panting. Jax breathes into my neck, his cock remaining inside me while his arm flexes around my waist. My body is boneless, and my mind is a fuzzy haze as I snuggle into his arms. Eventually, I force my limbs to climb out of bed and clean myself up in the bathroom.
When I return, I expect him to be turned away from me and lost to sleep. But I keep forgetting that Jax isn’t like the other guys I’ve been with. He’s still sprawled out on his back, the blanket bunched around his hips. He gives me a sleepy grin when I stumble towards the bed and drape my body atop his. Then he pulls the blanket over us, his fingers tracing up and down my spine.
“I want you more than I should,” I admit. “Even after everything Luke has done, I don’t want to hurt him.”
His fingers pause for a moment then resume their lazy path. “I would have never acted on this if you had stayed with him.” His voice is thick with guilt. “Even now, I know I shouldn’t. I should stay away, but I’m weak when it comes to you.”
