Page 104 of Illicit Obsession


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Ariana

Jagger had left earlier to hang out with his friends.

Since the girls were all at their parents’ places for the Thanksgiving holiday, I did some retail therapy by myself. Having alone time was rare, and I also treated myself to some sushi.

It was almost five in the afternoon when I returned. I called out to see if Jag was back, but the house only greeted me with silence. I set my bags near the door before going to the kitchen.

Spotting a blue piece of paper on the dark wood of the kitchen table, I picked it up.

I’ll be back around five. Get naked and lie on the couch. No touching yourself.

Grinning like crazy, I peeked at the clock on the wall over the sink—ten more minutes. I hurried upstairs to our bathroom and freshened up. While brushing my teeth, I heard the front door open and froze. Fuck, his watch must be faster than ours. I quickly rinsed and dried my mouth.

“Ariana!” Jagger’s voice boomed through the home.

I took my time strolling to the top of the stairs and looked down at him, butterflies running amok in my belly. “You’re early.”

“You need to set your clock correctly,” he growled. His heated gaze swept up and down the length of me. “Why are you still dressed?” He rubbed his chin, and I guessed he was thinking about how he would punish me.

“Because you’re early,” I said sweetly, making my way down the stairs, my body tingling with anticipation. I stood transfixed by his every move and his gorgeous features.

He made his way to the couch and picked up a brown bag from the coffee table. Jagger glanced at me as he dumped the contents on the glass top. Curiosity reared its head as I joined him. Oh. Shit. I sank my teeth into my lower lip as my focus landed on the items: rope, lube, butt plugs, and a dual vibrator. Jagger’s hand traveled up my back, then he wrapped my hair around his fingers and pulled until I landed on my knees. “Do you know what tonight is?”

My insides quivered with excitement. I was pretty sure I could guess from the toys in front of me.

“What?”

“I’m taking every part of you tonight. Not being naked when I got home.” He tsked. “You’ve been a naughty girl, Ariana.”

I gawked at him.

I did as he asked, peeking up at him.

He flipped open the button on his jeans and lowered his zipper with his free hand. He freed his thick erection and rubbed it against my mouth. “Naughty girls don’t get to cum.”

I grimaced. Dammit.

“Open.”

I did as he commanded, and the smooth skin of his shaft glided over my tongue.

“That’s it.” His attention was trained on me as I sucked his dick, the otherwise quiet house filling with his grunts as he moved his hips. Almost as quickly as he’d shoved himself into my mouth, he stepped away. “Take your clothes off.”

He watched me as I discarded my shirt, bra, shorts, and G-string. Standing in front of him, I shivered as his gaze latched onto my bare pussy. Without a word, he shucked off his shirt, jeans, and boxer briefs then sat on the couch, his erection resting against his stomach. “Bend over.” His voice was gruff and sexy as hell, sending shivers of anticipation through me as he patted his thigh.

I settled over his lap, my butt in the air. Jagger spread me apart then ran his finger up and down my slit, but this time, he smeared my juices up to my asshole. No one had fucked me in the ass, but I’d let Jagger know I was ready. Apparently, he was, too.

He smacked my ass cheek and I jumped. He leaned over my back, pinning me down as he slapped my butt repeatedly. Tears filled my eyes from the sting, but I refused to let him know.

He rubbed my tender skin, then slipped a finger inside me. “So wet.”

I whimpered as he fucked me. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” I responded breathlessly.

He immediately stopped and swatted my ass one more time. “Sit.” He moved me off his lap before he stood. Jagger ripped open the package of the dual vibrator before he disappeared into the kitchen. I heard the water running and realized he was washing the toy. I wasn’t sure I was supposed to find that sexy as hell, but I did. He returned and sat on the edge of the coffee table, his eyes hooded with desire. “Fuck yourself.”

I leaned over and accepted the vibrator. Spreading my legs, I positioned myself on the couch where he had a full view of my ass and pussy. “I need the lube.”

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