He grunts, moving his hand up my neck and to my cheeks and holds me tight, making my lips pucker. His brows knit together in anger as he fucks me and I come again, in time for his orgasm. When I feel his cock spurting its seed inside me, my body reacts wildly. I thrash under him, and he holds me down, driving into me one last time. I feel wetness dripping down between us, and Jasper reaches down between my legs and scoop up our mixed juices.
He massages our cum into my pussy, focusing on my clit and making me mewl out in pleasure. "You did so well, Pet. What a good girl."
He stares at me, seeming drunk on a feeling, a state of mind. With fascination, he watches his own fingers spreading our wetness all over my skin. As if subconsciously, his hand massages more into my belly, his eyes losing focus as he stares at me.
A moment later, he snaps out of it. It’s almost as if I imagined the whole thing. As if this is a dream and I’m waking up from it.
"You’re a good pet." Jasper gets up, his hands leaving me. "I'll get going now.”
"What?" I ask, pulling myself up on my elbows. "You're leaving?"
He turns around, looks at me, then sighs deeply. In two steps he's back at the counter, and with one hard smack, he hits my pussy.
"What are you doing?!" I scream, fighting the tingles of pleasure erupting on my sensitive skin.
"Behave," he reminds me like I'm some bratty kid. "I'll be back for more, Pet.”11JasperPeople don’t know what they’re talking about when they say they’re obsessed.
For them, liking something a lot or being overly interested in something is equivalent to obsession.
It’s not.
You never really know you’re obsessed until you lose all common sense and control.
The moment you’re consumed and find yourself doing things in a compulsive, sporadic way, that’s when it becomes an obsession —raw and ugly in its truest form.
As I stand by the old Honda in the silence of the evening, I roll back to the events that led me here.
What made me obsessed? Sure, it started with that fake fucking smile, but that’s not all, is it?
Was it when I followed her the first day? When I kicked the boy out of the apartment to keep it to myself? When I watched her naked the first time? When I witnessed her have dinner with another man and decided that wouldn’t fucking happen again?
Or it could be when I broke in, went through her things, and decided there’s more to learn.
Or it could be because of how she submitted to me when I fucked her three ways to Sunday yesterday. The way her body moulded to mine like she always belonged there, and she always will.
If there was a tiny chance, I’d kick her out of my system and put a stop to whatever the fuck this is, but any chance of that evaporated the moment I sunk inside her and she made those small satisfied noises, like she’s been waiting her entire fucking life for me.
Now that I’ve had a taste, there’s no way I’ll stop. I can but that will only happen under two scenarios; One, a knife to my little Petal’s throat, making her unavailable. Two, continuing to fuck her until I get bored.
I can’t quite bring myself to do the first option, even though it’s out of character for me.
For the first time in my life, I’m going with option two. In my quest to erase any habits that could cripple me, I never fucked the same woman more than once.
The thought of never touching my little Petal again is fucking tragic. I don’t even want to consider it.
She comes out of the staff exit, wrapping a coat around her slender waist. Her strides cut through the distance in record time, her tiny frame barely noticeable.
It’s a curious thing how an invisible person was able to catch my attention in such a morbid way.
As I watch her approaching me, I’m cut with two different emotions. The first, I fucking hate her for bringing chaos into my ordered life. The second, I want to fuck that hate out of her body, use her and fill her every hole with my cum.
My little Petal stops abruptly in front of me, finally having noticed me. Her expression morphs to slight surprise before she masks it.
Considering the way things ended yesterday, I didn’t expect a warm welcome. I left her pleased and used with my cum dripping down her thighs. I needed the distance because I was tempted to kiss the fuck out of her and run her a bath. Go fucking figure.
I don’t ever do that.
The thought of wanting to do it for my little Petal was enough to get me out of her apartment without her having to say anything.