Guarding His Obsession

I go to our bedroom and grab my laptop and a few folders before making my way back to his office. Drake is sitting in his big chair and going through paperwork. He glances up. “Sit anywhere you want, cupcake,” he says, then goes back to his papers.

I make my way over to him, crawling into his lap and opening up my laptop. I push a few of his papers to the side before I set it down on the desk in front of me.

“Comfy?” he laughs.

“You said anywhere, and this looked like the best spot to me.”

He wraps one arm around my waist, pulling me back a little and adjusting my position slightly.

“That I did.” He picks up another paper with his free hand, and we both get back to work.

14

Drake

As the sun sets and Zoey finishes her coding, she shuts her laptop with a satisfied sigh. I finished my work a little bit ago, but I just kept my arms wrapped around her while she worked. She got so consumed with her project I didn’t want to disturb her, and I know she needed to work.

“All finished?” I ask, leaning in and kissing her neck. Her sweet honeysuckle smell fills my lungs, and I close my eyes as I press my nose against her soft skin.

“All finished,” she confirms.

Before she can say anything else, I scoop her up and carry her out of the office.

“Orgasms?” she asks brightly on the way to the bedroom, and I smile back at her, knowing she was going to ask that.

“Orgasms,” I answer, always giving her what she wants.

Laying her down on the bed, I strip off her loose top and leggings. She’s completely naked underneath, and it takes me only a second to kick off my T-shirt and shorts. Being able to laze around the house all day with Zoey, even while working, has been wonderful. Being able to sneak my hand up her shirt any time I want to get a handful of her breasts is heaven.

Once I’ve got us undressed, I lean down and kiss her belly and across her hips. Her legs fall open, and she puts her hands behind her head, just waiting on me to pleasure her. Smiling against her skin, I do what she wants, kissing her soft belly and curvy hips.

Reaching down to her thighs, I grab the thick flesh there and dig my fingers in. The little dimples on the backs of her legs are adorable, and I move down to bite her there.

She giggles as I run my tongue along her legs, not leaving an inch untouched.

“I love you, Zoey,” I whisper to her calf as I throw it over my shoulder and kiss her there.

Not waiting for her response, I press my cock to her opening and thrust all the way inside her. I grind against her, rubbing her clit, and she lets out a long moan of pleasure.

She’s on her back with one leg down on the bed and one over my shoulder. I hold myself inside her, just grinding down on her clit while my cock throbs inside of her.

“I love you, too, Drake,” she breathes out, clutching the sheets beside her.

Long gone is the look of relaxed pleasure on her face. Now she’s tense with need and getting closer to the edge.

I lean forward a little, putting more pressure on her clit and opening her up further, her leg still draped over my shoulder.

As I rub the base of my cock right against her clit, she mewls with want, inching towards her peak. My dick is being squeezed by her sweet pussy pulses, and it’s all I can do to hold on to my cum. I need her to go first, and then I’ll follow her.

I move my hips against her, not pulling out or inching away. Just back and forth, rubbing her hard nub in perfect pulses.

“That’s it. Cum for me, cupcake. Cum all over my cock while lying still, just like this.” Her pussy clenches, and I feel her peak is close. “That’s it, almost there.” I pulse my cock inside her, letting her feel just how hard I am while rubbing back and forth just a few more times.

“So beautiful,” I whisper as she hits her climax and her back bows off the bed. Her orgasm takes over, and she cums hard on my cock. Her pussy clamps down on me, and I follow her over, spilling my seed deep inside her as we both find our pinnacles of pleasure.

I gently bring her leg down from my shoulder and lie on top of her body. It’s then I start to lazily thrust in and out of her, feeling the wetness of our combined passion spread between us.

We both came from my just being inside her. Our slow, easy love-making sets a perfect pace, and it’s welcomed after our hard orgasms. Neither of us is in a hurry to end the night now. It’s only the beginning.

* * *

I look down at the scars covering various parts of my skin, my tatted-up arms wrapped around her as her flawless body lays draped over me. We’re so different when I lay my skin against hers, but we couldn’t possibly fit together any better. If you’d have told me a month ago I’d be this wrapped up in a woman, that I didn’t think I’d be able to breathe without one, I would’ve laughed.

The soft sweet girls like Zoey never hit on me. It was always the ones who looked a little rough around the edges. Maybe they thought I’d dish out a little pain with what they wanted. To have someone like Zoey wrapped around me feels like coming home every morning. Waking to find her pressed against me like a second skin is bliss.

I fucking love it. I don’t think I could ever live without it now that I’ve had a taste of her. To have a little family of my own and belong to someone. That’s why I have to get this stalker shit dealt with. More emails have come, but Zoey doesn’t know about them. Her sister is getting even more freaked out, and I don’t blame her because of the rate at which the stalker is accelerating. She’s calling me about three times a day. Luckily, we’re on the same page, and we don’t want to stress Zoey out, so we leave her in the dark. I actually think she thinks the threat is gone because I don’t bring it up. I don’t want to bring it up because I don’t want that shit touching her. I thank fuck that Pink has seemed to be able to keep Elle calmed down about it all. The emails have started getting to an extreme sexual level that makes me want to paint the walls in the blood of whoever this fuck is. He seems to be freaking out that he can’t have eyes on Zoey now that she is locked away safe in our home. He’s even started mentioning me in his little fucked-up love notes. He is getting sloppy, which is good news for me. Sloppy gets caught. I just don’t want that slop touching my girl.