Page 32 of Unholy Obsession


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“Deeper,” she says, her eyes meeting mine as I bring my forehead back to hers.

I lean back and pull my hands from her, moving them to grab at her calves before I pull them away from me, confusion lighting her eyes. I press them together and lift, bending them back to press against her lush chest as I push my cock even deeper inside of her, her tight ass on full display as I look down at our joining. She closes her eyes then, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip as she groans.

“Oh… oh my…” Her words pause, stopping at her throat before they turn into a series of small, whimpering moans.

“Open your eyes, Lori. Look at me,” I say, her eyes opening instantly to meet mine, lust making them appear darker, almost brown.

Her eyes will always enthrall me. They change more than just from looking at light. They change with her emotions and it’s the most spellbinding thing about her. She looks so fucking beautiful like this, bent and full of me, her tits bouncing slowly from my deep thrusts. I wrap my hands around her ankles, gripping them tight as I hit deep, my balls touching her soft ass when I do.

“You look like a dream,” I say harshly, the words leaving my lip involuntarily, but thank God that they do.

Thank God because as soon as they leave me and enter her with the next push of my cock, her pussy begins to flutter around me. Her brows knit together in concentration and another bead of sweat forms, this time at her forehead. Her hands slap against the bed, fingernails clawing at the blanket before she twists it with her fingers. She comes just like this, with her hands twisted in the mattress and her head thrown back, soft cries filling the air as she lets go around me, swallowing my cock as I retreat and shove deep, stilling inside of her. She bites her bottom lip again, tugging it into her mouth as her breath comes out in heavy pants, my cock drenched from her orgasm.

I lean over her, sinking back in as a sigh leaves her lips, her bottom lip free for me to bite it myself. When I do, I suck it into her mouth, her next breath pushing into me as I breathe her in, her ankles over my shoulders.

“Is… is this normal?” She asks, blinking up at me as I gently push in and out of her, breathing her in.

“I don’t know, Lori. I don’t know,” I answer honestly, ready to completely give in and come, my balls already drawn tight.

“You’re going to come, aren’t you?” She asks with a breathless smile, her eyes full of wonder as her hands go to my hips, her thighs pressed against my chest.

She’s so soft all over. So soft and tight and wet and Jesus Christ I can’t handle this—

“I know you’re going to come, Marco. I can feel it. You’re so hard right now, touching every part of me,” she whispers, her tongue licking at my lips as my nose touches her.

“I want you to. I want you to come inside me again. I want to watch you as you do it this time. Please,” she groans, my restraint withering.

I pull back and wrap my arms around her legs, hugging them tight to my chest as I plunge deep, my orgasm slamming into me like a ton of bricks. My whole body tenses in an instant. I fill her with everything that I am worth and not a sound leaves my body. I close my eyes, for the first time ever while fucking a woman, and I let every emotion take hold of me. I feel nothing but elation. Elation and ecstasy and pure fucking relief. When she comes around me again, milking the rest of my climax, I fall over her and hold her to me, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist when I do. Her lips press against the side of my face, kissing me softly as I grunt against her now.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I say, nearly heaving against her.

“No, that was all you,” she says breathlessly, a chuckle leaving her lips as I laugh in response.

I don’t think I’ve ever laughed during sex, definitely not after. Usually as soon as I come, I leave, but right now, all I want to do is fall into her and stay until my breath goes back to normal. Even then, I don’t think I could leave. And isn’t that the most dangerous feeling to have when it comes to Lori Saracino.

“Don’t do that,” she says suddenly, her eyes narrowed as she gazes at me when I roll over and lay next to her on the bed.

“Do what?” I ask, rubbing at my eyes from beneath my glasses.

“Close off and retreat. Not after what we just did,” she scolds, propping up on her elbows, my eyes opening and landing on her perfect breasts.

“And what exactly did we just do?” I ask, my eyes traveling from her chest to her blushed face.

Christ, this woman is a sight to behold. A goddess. Her eyes are dark and hazy, her lips swollen from my kisses, her hair a wild mane around her head. If I had my way, she would look like this all of the time.

“You know what we just did, Marco,” she hisses at me, a scowl forming on her face now as she gets up and yanks her clothes on, her back turned to me the entire time.

“Do you always get this inquisitive after fucking?” I ask, frowning at her as she stands to slide on her underwear.

She pauses, eyes aimed directly at me now, looking like daggers and almost damn near feeling like them too.

“No, since the only times I’ve been fucked was just now and before. When you took my goddamn virginity and then left without a word,” she says. The hurt flashes across her features as she turns away and puts on the rest of her clothes.

Well, I usually don’t feel like an asshole for the things I say, but this woman is an anomaly and makes me feel things I haven’t really felt. Things that I really shouldn’t feel in regards to her. I sigh roughly and get up, grabbing my underwear and sliding them on before I walk up to her, her back turned to me as she wraps her arms around herself. I brush her hair to one side, kissing the delicate skin of her jaw a few times until a breathless sound leaves her lips, her head tilting back as my hands rest on her shoulders.

“I just… I don’t know what any of this means, Marco. I don’t know what I’m doing, whatwe’redoing,” she says, bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose as I stare at our reflection in the mirror that hangs above the fireplace from across the bed.

I look like a stranger right now. I don’t look like the normal, rugged leader as I usually do. I look unhinged and exposed and… comfortable. But I feel really fucking confused. Just as what she’s feeling right now.

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