Page 49 of Brazen Obsession

Something fierce and possessive ran through me when Sara said she asked Dante to marry her. Out of everyone, he or Drew is the logical choice. Unless she wants to marry the son of a criminal.

It doesn’t burn me any less that he has that option. Yet another reason I’m ill-suited to be with Sara. But it’s not enough to keep me away from her. Not anymore. I take Sara’s hand as she rises off Finn and draw her toward me. She’s stunningly beautiful, clothed and naked.

This is definitely my preference though. I stop her when her feet touch mine and stand, invading her space but not letting her back up. Her gaze clings to mine as I lower my boxers to the floor, brushing her nipples with my bare chest.

I sit down. “Turn around, trouble. You know the rules of the game.”

She swallows but turns to face the others. I take hold of her hips and ease her down onto my lap, pausing to line my cock up with her entrance before bringing her down on me. She gasps as she settles over me, warm and wet from both her and Finn’s cum.

I slide my fingers over her lips. “Suck them like a good girl.”

She opens her mouth as I adjust her legs over mine, then thrust my fingers into her warm mouth. She sucks and laves at them like they’re my cock. Perfection.

I drag my fingers down her chin and neck, flicking her nipple on my way down to her stomach and her clit.

Finn sits across from her, watching, staring at where we’re connected. Being watched was never my kink but it definitely wasn’t something I was opposed to. I like it rough and wild. I like dominating my girl while I fuck her.

And Sara, fuck. I love that bratty side of her I know wouldn’t have been there when she was younger and in love with the idea of me. But now she’s perfect and exactly what I need.

I press my fingers against her clit and feel it pulsing against them. We can do better.

I thread my other fingers into Sara’s hair and yank her head back.

“Ahh,” she says and grabs on to the arms of the chair. I pull her head back until her body is arched away from mine and her hips are pressed forward.

I part my fingers, sliding them on either side of her clit and down around my cock.

“Wyatt,” she moans.

“Come whenever you like, trouble.” I kiss her shoulder. “Or don’t. We can stay like this all night. Your tight little pussy squeezing the fuck out of my cock. Your needy little clit begging for attention.”

She pants out a breath. I don’t really care who wins this competition. I’ll get my night with Sara either way. But while the prize isn’t tempting, getting my girl to scream loud enough to wake the neighbors is something I don’t mind trying to accomplish.

Her pussy is soaked as I stroke her, holding her open so the others can see her pulsing clit aching to be touched and rubbed. But I deny it with every stroke.

She squirms in my lap.

“This might take a while.” Dante sits back and stretches his neck.

“Fuck, just taking your cock will make the girl scream.” Drew chuckles as he gestures to the erection hidden in Dante’s boxers.

“She’s getting that flush she gets when she’s close to coming.” Finn leans forward like he’s eager to watch her topple off into oblivion. He sounds like a fucking announcer at a sporting event.

“Wyatt, please,” she grinds out. Her hips try to roll, but with the way I have her held, she’s not moving anywhere I don’t want her to.

I draw my hand back and smack her pussy. She releases a whimper and her cunt tightens around me.

“What did you say, trouble?” I slide my fingers back around her clit.

She lets out a little moan. “Make me come, Wyatt.”

I tsk. “Wrong answer, trouble.”

My hand comes down on her pussy once, twice, and a third time. I take my hand away from her as she pants through the pain/pleasure.

“What do you call me?”

“Sir.”