Sociopath's Obsession(43)

The idea that someone else had already been in this heat made me see red.

“Mine,” I growled again; she better not fucking ever think about another man touching her. “No one touches you but me from now on. Understand, Sapphire?” She was silent, but her hand moved to my hair and she motioned for me to continue pleasuring her.

That fucking wouldn't do. “Answer me.”

She was quiet, and I bit on her clit hard, causing a sting, and she cried out.

Her eyes were closed. She licked her lips and, without looking at me, whispered, “Yes.” The beast inside me was satisfied with her answer, and I went back to sucking and licking. I raised her legs to make her wider for me, so I would have access to her beautiful pussy in all its glory and her tight little hole. I ran my tongue inside it slightly, and she jumped as I pressed her nub with my thumb. “Steady, Sapphire. I will take you here as well. Not today, but soon.” Nothing was off limits between us in bed.

I leaned back on my knees. She was breathing heavily, and both of our bodies were covered in sweat. I removed my boxers, leaving me completely nude, and her eyes roamed over me hungrily.

Greedy girl.

I moved between her thighs, fisted her hair in my hand, and brought her closer to me. With one swift move, I entered her hard, and she cried out in pleasure, or in pain. Both worked for me.

It was fucking incredible. Feeling her heat surrounding me, how her pussy stretched to accommodate me—and by no means was I small. She was gasping hard. Her eyes were closed, and that pissed me the fuck off.

“Open your eyes, Sapphire.” She didn't do it, so I tugged her hair painfully, which exposed her sensitive neck to my gaze. Without thinking, I bit and started sucking, no doubt leaving more marks. I felt her hands in my hair. She moaned and her pussy clenched around my dick.

Fuck.

“Touch me,” I whispered into her ear, and she moved her hands lower to my neck, and then down my spine and around to my stomach. I waited for the feeling of uneasiness to come from her touch, the need to throw her away from me. To be repulsed by the idea that her hands could roam my body easily.

But it never came. Instead, her touch caused some unfamiliar emotions in me, and my body went rigid. I wanted her skin on my skin, her touch to my touch, her gasp to my breath. To be as connected to her as possible.

I leaned her back on the bed and rested myself on her while our eyes held each other. She was lost in as much pleasure as I was. My thrusts became more frantic, faster, and deeper. I felt her legs rise and she hooked them around my waist, which allowed me deeper penetration. She moaned and shifted her head back. I leaned down to suck on her nipples again. I felt her pussy clench tightly around my dick and she came with a load moan. I gritted my teeth and held my release.

Not yet. I continued to move inside her, but it wasn’t enough to get me off. She squealed in surprise when I flipped her over on her hands and knees. She trembled as I pulled her back against my chest. My hands caressed her breasts as I slid back inside her. I played with her tits until, breathing hard, she came one more time before I was done.

She was so slick inside I moved easily, and God, I loved the feeling of her. Her body smelled like chocolate and vanilla. I inhaled her deeply. I maneuvered her face to the side, which allowed me access to her mouth. I licked and bit her lower lip, and then gently slipped my tongue into her mouth. I sucked on hers hard and slid my finger down to press on her clit. She whimpered and tried to move away, but my other hand was tangled in her hair and it held her tight. I was close. The tingling of my spine and balls made it feel like they were about to explode. I kept on pumping inside her. When I felt her muscles clench once again and she gasped into my mouth, only then did I allow my body its release, and I came harder than ever before.

My eyes rolled back as my seed kept coming and coming.

I had no idea sex could be like that, where you could lose your head and feel so fucking much. I almost lost control and came before her; no one ever had control of my body.

Not anymore.

I didn't fucking like it, and somehow, that made me pissed at her. I knew she would be special, but she was supposed to be special on my terms.

If I felt the pull for her before, it was nothing compared to what I felt now. She became an addiction I would never give up, and at the same time, I became fucking vulnerable to her. She probably thought she had me.

Well then, she was in for a fucking surprise.

I pushed her down on her stomach and stood up. I picked up my boxers, slipped them on, and got the fuck out of the room without another word. I slammed the door shut behind me.

My body smelled of sweat, sex, and her.

I hated it. Not because I hated what we did, I hated it because I didn't want to wash it off, and that made me weak.