Page 50 of Obsessive Union


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“Right now, though, I’m wondering if Anthony will wake up?”

I shake my head. “He’s a heavy sleeper. He’ll be asleep until morning.”

The grin he gives me is wicked. His eyes are bright with lust. “That’s good then, Mama, because it gives me time to eat that pretty pussy of yours.”

I tremble as he moves. His fingers go to my legs, and he pulls them up onto the sofa. He makes quick work of my panties and pushes the hem of my dress up to my hips.

“Look at you,” he growls. “Soaking wet for me.”

I gasp when his tongue sweeps across my folds. My fingers clench around the couch beneath me as he does it over and over again. My body hums as pleasure takes over. I’m grinding down against his mouth, trying to reach my peak.

He tongue-fucks me, leaving me panting, clawing at the couch. He sweeps it across my little nub, the nerve endings sending me into a frenzy. His mouth closes around my clit, and he sucks, while adding a finger inside of me. It’s too much. I’m barely able to breathe. He’s got me right where he wants me, and I’m unable to think, let alone speak.

My body begins to shake as he finger-fucks me, his mouth on my clit sucking hard. He’s pushing me to the edge.

Sensory overload.

My orgasm builds until it reaches boiling point, my body on fire from his touch. The moment he adds another finger inside of my pussy, stretching me, I come, shouting his name as my body quakes with the force of the orgasm.

He doesn’t stop. In fact, he replaces his fingers with his mouth, sucking and slurping at my pussy as I come.

“You taste amazing, Mama,” he growls.

My pussy shakes with the aftermath. “It’s too much,” I gasp, but he doesn’t stop. His finger goes to my clit, and he sets about making me come for a second time. His tongue swipes at my folds.

My body, still not recovered from the first, starts to climb, this time higher than it ever has. But I want more. I grind down on his mouth, seeking the pleasure, needing to come even though the aftermath of my first orgasm hasn’t finished.

Fighting it is pointless. There’s no way in Hell I’d be able to do that. Alessio’s too talented to let it work. His magical fingers and skillful mouth are too much, and I detonate, completely shattering at his hands. My pussy floods his mouth as I tremble. Once again, Alessio’s name spills from my lips as my orgasm washes over me.

He pulls me to him, and his mouth slants against mine. I moan against him as our tongues caress each other. I taste myself on him, and it sends me into a frenzy. I wrap my arms around his neck and press closer to him.

I hear the sound of his zipper, and excitement rushes through me. I need to have him inside of me. There’s no better feeling than having Alessio stretching me. He pulls me over his lap, his cock thick against my pussy.

“Told you, Mama,” he growls as he positions his cock at my entrance. “I’m going to breed you.” He thrusts deep inside of me.

I cry out. The thickness of him, along with the brutal thrust, has me clinging to him.

“Alessio,” I gasp as he grips my hips and slides into me.

“I want you to dance for me, Gabby.”

I throw my head back, my hands gripping his shoulders, and begin to move. He thrusts deep as I bounce on his cock, grinding down on him as I do. I’m mewling like a cat at the brutal way he fucks me. I can’t deny there's no one like Alessio. He’s everything I have always wanted but guarded myself against.

His thrusts are punishing but send my pleasure skyrocketing.

“God,” I cry out as his mouth closes around my nipple.

“Not God, Mama,” he growls. His tongue circles my nipple, and I close my eyes as I slow down my movements, wanting to savor this, wanting to remember this forever. Alessio seems to realize what I’m doing, because he pistons his hips in a slow but brutal thrust.

“Yes,” I cry. “Alessio,” I whimper as my pleasure begins to climb.

“Come for me, Gabby. I want to feel you come on my cock.”

His hands grip my hips, and he takes over, lifting my body off his cock until the mushroomed head is at my entrance. He pushes back in with a slam.

“Yes,” I cry out, my fingers clawing at his shoulders. “Again,” I beg.

He doesn’t disappoint. He fucks me hard and fast. I’m merely clinging on for the ride.

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