Sweet Obsession (Ruthless Games 1)
It soothes.
It overwhelms.
He fills me up so completely that there’s no room for anything else. The only thing that exists is Marcus.
His broad shoulders hovering over mine.
His lean waist between my legs.
His firm ass clenching as he draws out and drives back in.
His head hanging down, his eyes glassy and almost dazed, messy pieces of brown hair falling into his face.
The clean aroma of soap and leather mixes with the musk of arousal and the heady scent of sweat, and when I force my lungs to draw in more air, all of those things flood my senses, overtaking my body.
Marcus thrusts into me with brutal determination, not giving me any time to adjust to his size. Pain morphs into pleasure and back again, the sensations so closely connected that only a knife’s edge separates them.
My hand that was hooked around his arm moves up to grasp at the back of his neck, fingernails digging into his skin as I drag him down on top of me. His lips find mine as our bodies rock on the bed, his chest brushing against my peaked, sensitive nipples with every stroke. Our tongues war, teeth clacking together as we invade each other’s mouths.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight.” He grunts against my skin as he rips his lips from mine and drags them down the column of my throat. “So fucking perfect.”
His mouth finds my bullet wound again, and he licks and sucks on it the same way he attacked my clit, as if he could somehow make the scar give me pleasure instead of pain.
And maybe it does, because it doesn’t take long before my walls are clamping down around him, gripping his massive cock tightly as another orgasm ramps up inside me.
My legs wrap tightly around his waist, locking our bodies together as he plunges inside me harder and faster.
Finally, he lets out a deep, harsh grunt and slams into me one more time, throwing his head back as he comes. I swear I feel every lash of hot cum as it bathes my insides, and the feel of him pulsing inside me, the sight of his corded neck and bunched muscles—it has me so fucking close.
I’m teetering on the edge as he grinds his hips against mine, his cock still pulsing softly. Then he looks down at me, his nostrils flaring as he breathes hard.
“Uh uh. We’re not fucking done. We’re not done until you come again on my goddamn cock.”
He braces himself on one arm again and slips his other hand between us, finding my clit with the pads of two fingers. I can feel the wetness of my cream and his cum slicking his fingers as he works them against my clit in deliberate motions, watching my face the entire time.
I don’t want to give him this. I don’t want to let him see me break apart.
But it’s too late to stop it.
I was so fucking close already, and he knows exactly what he’s doing. His fingers move faster, sliding down just a little to find the perfect spot, and a wave of sensation blasts through my body.
My legs tighten around him just like my pussy does, my entire body convulsing, trying to bring him closer and deeper as the orgasm crashes over me. “Oh, fuck!”
He drops his weight onto me again, his hips grinding mercilessly against mine as his trapped fingers continue to swirl over my clit. I don’t think he can possibly come again, but it feels like his cock is trying, throbbing inside me once more as his whole body shudders.
Then he rests on top of me, his full weight pressing me into the mattress as his body and mine both go boneless.
Chapter 9
I can’t move.
I can barely breathe.
And I definitely can’t think.
I’ve never felt this untethered before. It feels like I’ve slipped into some sort of alternate dimension where nothing is real. Where nothing matters. Where every bit of pain and trauma in my past no longer exists, where it doesn’t drag on my heart and mind like a lead fucking weight.
I feel… peaceful.