His Obsession(16)

“Thank you.” He leaned down. She held her breath waiting. At the last minute she expected him to stop. He didn’t. Stephen claimed her lips. A moan escaped her as he broke away only seconds later, and she felt his grip tighten on her face as he tilted her head backwards and kissed her deeply.

Ursula moved closer to him. She gripped his shirt as she kissed him back.

His tongue plunged inside. She cried out, opening her lips to receive him. Their moans mingled on the air between them. She went to her knees and then feeling bold, moved her legs to straddle him. He let go of her hair letting her get settled. Sinking her fingers into his hair, she slammed her lips down on his.

She’d never felt this way before. The lust coursing through her made her want so much more from him. He let go, trailing kisses down her neck.

“I want you,” he said. She never thought she’d hear those words from his lips. Tilting her head back, she gave him access to her neck. He took full advantage, kissing her pulse and nipping at her collar bone. The goose-bumps raised the hairs on her arms.

He moved the hair off one shoulder, pulling the robe down her shoulders. The top part of her right breast was exposed. She thrust her hips against him feeling the hard ridge of his arousal.

“No. We can’t do this,” he said. “You’ve just been through your stuff with Paul.”

Cupping his face in her hands, she stared into his dark gaze. She saw the desire for her, and her body responded. “I don’t want Paul. I’ve not been with him for so long. This isn’t about him. This is about what I want.”

She kept her gaze on him while her hands went to the tie of her robe. She untied the sash and pulled the robe apart. For a second she hesitated. Her body was a lot larger than the women he was probably used to. She liked her food and didn’t spend any time working off the calories from what she ate. Her legs were thick, her tits large, and her hips wide. Everything about her body screamed overweight. The desire pulsing inside her won out over her nerves. If Stephen didn’t desire her in any way, he would never have responded to her.

Ursula removed the robe letting it fall to the floor. Taking his hand, she pressed his fingers to her core. “I want you, Stephen. I’ve never wanted a man the way I want you.”

He stared at her. She left his hand on her pussy, waiting for him to decide. The time she waited seemed to go on forever. Neither moved. Their breathing was the only thing moving in the room. Then, he pressed two fingers inside her pussy.

“You’re tight.”

His eyes darkened. The intensity in his gaze shocked her. Her pussy tightened around as he thumbed her clit.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, slamming her lips down on his. Even with her on top, he controlled everything. His free hand gripped her hair pulling her back. “Remove my shirt,” he said. His fingers were still inside her. At the command in his tone, she felt her pussy contract around him.

Her hands were shaking, but she managed to release each small button, pushing the shirt from his shoulders. She gazed at his chest in awe. He was hard with no trace of any hairs on his body. She ran her hand over his chest feeling the quiver of his muscles.

With his hands on her waist, he lifted her up onto the floor. Her legs were like jelly. She kept herself upright. He stood next to her.

“Kneel.” She looked at him before dropping to her knees. Ursula didn’t understand why she was obeying him. She knew she wanted to do everything he said to keep the feeling inside her for longer.

She watched as he unbuckled his belt. The sight of him sliding the leather out of the hoops forced her to hold her breath. Whatever was happening, Ursula wasn’t afraid. She wanted to be with him no matter what he wanted.

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His cock was rock hard. Seeing her on her knees in front of him sent the dominant inside him purring with need. Stephen had never expected her to follow orders. Staring at her naked body made his cock pulse and pre-cum ooze out of the tip. He pulled the belt from his pants. He saw her eyes widen and her body pulse. She was aroused by the action of him removing his belt.

Next, he removed his pants and boxers, stepping out of them. His cock stood out, long, thick, and begging for the woman in front of him. He thought about the other women who’d served him. Never had he been bothered to have a woman kneel before him. Ursula did something to him, and he couldn’t explain it.

Sex with her had been the last thing on his mind. She spoke her mind and was intelligent and witty. He enjoyed talking to her. Her independence struck him first. Seeing her on her knees, he loved.

“Do you like being on your knees before me?” he asked.