Cruel Obsession (The Obsession Duet 1)

Dove clenches around my finger, and I look up into her angelic face. She’s tensing up again, it’s most likely nerves; still, I have to make certain.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No… I want…you.” The urgency in her voice tells me she’s telling the truth, plus she’s drenched, soaking my fingers, she wants this.

With her pussy in my hand, I watch her face intently as I slowly pump my finger in and out of her channel, maintaining pressure against her clit.

And fuck, what I see as I watch her is what I always imagined it would be like when I touched her. Euphoric pleasure clouds her eyes. Her pupils dilate, and her mouth opens, forming a perfect O. She looks like a sex goddess.

Her arousal coats my hand, and I know she’s close, so close. Curving my finger upward, I rub against the tissue at the top of her channel. At that very moment, I feel her fingers graze my cock before gripping it fully.

Holy fucking shit. I’ve died and gone straight to heaven. Gritting my teeth, I barely keep myself from flying off the edge with her small hand wrapped around my cock, she’s stroking me slowly, her inexperience showing but I don’t care.

“Come for me, sweetheart, I can feel you fluttering, building up for release. I want to feel your tightness all around me, feel you let go. Come for me…” I whisper against her lips, plunging into her a little faster, my palm slapping against her clit.

Little sex kitten noises spill from her mouth, and her nails drag across my chest, leaving behind red marks. The pain only heightens my pleasure. I’m desperate for a release, desperate to fill her with my fucking cock. But I’m beyond desperate to know what it feels like to have her fall apart. To feel her crumble in my hands.

“I’m…” She starts but doesn’t finish as she slams head-first into pleasure. Her hand stops moving on my cock, and her body arches into mine as she pushes up onto her tiptoes just as her pussy starts clenching around my finger. I’m so fucking turned on, so fucking in need of release that I shatter right along with her. Lightning bolts of pleasure zing through me, heading straight into my aching balls, and like a teenager touching pussy for the first time, I come undone, ripping at the seams.

Sticky ropes of semen erupt from the head of my cock and land against Dove’s thigh, marking her. Heat rips across my skin, my heart thundering in my chest, and all I can feel is her in my arms, falling apart, her pussy creaming against my hand.

After a moment, I ease out of her and smile when my eyes catch on my release that’s dripping down her thigh. I’m tempted to tell her I don’t usually go off that easy but decide not to. She’s not experienced enough to care, and when the time for me to take her comes, I’ll make sure I give her the best fucking performance ever.

“Thank you.” I press a soft kiss to the crown of her forehead, waiting for us both to catch our breath.

She gives me a half-smile, her eyes heavy with post orgasm pleasure. “I didn’t do anything.”

Shutting off the water, I turn back toward her. “Yes, you did. You trusted me enough to let me be a part of something special, so yes, you did do something.”

She shrugs. “I didn’t, not really.”

I help her dry off and then slip into a pair of grey sweatpants. She hurries into the closet and comes out wearing a nightgown. Her eyes are trained to the floor, almost like she’s afraid to look at me. Worry knots in my gut.

She’s so quiet. I don’t know what I thought would happen afterward, but I didn’t think she would withdrawal so much. Maybe I did hurt her, and she just doesn’t want to tell me. I watched her face the entire time and felt her fall apart, but maybe I had misjudged something.

I hate feeling this way when it comes to her and refuse to bite my tongue. I have to know if I did something…

“Is everything okay?” I ask when we go to lie down for bed.

She nods but doesn’t make eye contact with me. “Everything is fine. I just feel… weird, like I did something wrong. Like letting you touch me was bad.”

“It wasn’t bad—” I start to explain but am cut off before I can finish.

“Can we just go to bed? I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Desperation coats each word, and though I want to push her to explain to me what’s going on in her head, there will be other times I can do that. I don’t want to fight and ruin the moment we shared, so I shut off the light and crawl into bed beside her. There is a foot of space between us, which seems strange now, after how close we were in the shower.