Page 95 of Forbidden Obsession


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Wailing and writhing, the vortex of pain pressed in all around me.

“Look at you, riding those waves crashing through you,” Grant murmured, driving his fingers into my quivering pussy again and burnishing my screaming clit. “You’re fucking stunning…fucking perfect, baby girl.”

As the fangs of pain receded, the claws of orgasm tore me to ribbons. Keening and panting, I ground my pussy against his hand. Chasing the ecstasy I desperately craved, I mindlessly begged and pleaded for more.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. You’re hanging on by a thread, aren’t you, sweet slut?” Grant murmured.

“Y-yes,” I panted. “H-help me.”

With a feral roar, he released my wrists, pulled from my pussy, and flipped me onto my back. Before I could process what was happening, he gripped my thighs, spread them wide, and hovered over me.

“Let go, baby girl. Let me pull you under,” he growled, claiming my lips with a raw, urgent kiss.

Wedging his fat crest against my throbbing pussy, Grant thrust his glorious cock deep inside me. Stretching and filling my narrow tunnel, he swallowed my screams.

Releasing my lips, he drove in and out of my body, grinding my throbbing ass cheeks against the comforter. Lust and love etched his face while filthy words spilled from his tongue, driving me higher and higher. And when Grant wedged a hand between us and strummed my clit, my limbs grew numb.

As the whirlpool of pleasure and pain pulled me under, I clutched Grant’s shoulders and shattered into a million sparks of ecstasy, screaming his name.

Pussy clutching, and body quaking, I was still screaming and coming when Grant roared and exploded inside me.

Long, panting, moaning, and quivering minutes later, I was still dazed and confused by the stupendous annihilating orgasm echoing through me. Grant dropped to his elbows and kissed my lips, before he raised his head and grinned.

“Looks like spankings have moved from your yellow column to the green one now?”

“Super green.” I laughed.

He chuckled and nodded, then sobered. “I guess we’ll need to move bondage to the red column for a while.”

“Why?”

“Why?” he repeated, cupping my hand and tracing his fingertip over the light scar on my wrist.

“Not necessarily.” I frowned.

“Still, I want to wait before we try any form of bondage. I don’t want to have my fingers and tongue inside your juicy little cunt and you to have a flashback and freak out because I tied you up too soon.”

I grinned and shook my head. “If you honestly think I’d freak out with your thick fingers and talented tongue in myjuicy little cunt, you’d better think again…Sir.”

“Good save, slut.” Grant chuckled. Sliding his arm around my waist, he rolled to his side, taking me with him. He lifted my hand and stared at it for several seconds.

“What are you doing?”

“Deciding what size diamond needs to be on your pretty finger.” My heart swelled and sputtered. “I was thinking a big four or five carat one. But since I’ve turned you from designer Emma to Wally World Emma, I’m thinking a one and a half carat is more your style.”

I laughed and shook my head. “I don’t need a diamond. Hell, I don’t even need a ring. All I need is you, cowboy, err…Sir.”

Grant hugged me tightly and brushed a feathery kiss across my lips. “You’ve already got me, baby girl. I’m yours…forever.”

Epilogue

Grant

Saturday, September 9th

“The fridge and cabinets are stocked with food,” I said, walking Mack through his new home situated between the rebuilt barn and main house. “If you don’t like anything…the furniture, bedding, dishes, or the paintings and knickknacks Emma picked out—Lord, that woman loves to shop—we can exchange them for whatever you want.”

“I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but why the hell did you build me ahouse?” Mack asked, gazing around the open living room and kitchen, totally shellshocked. “I would have been fine living in another bunk inside the barn.”

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