Page 23 of His Wicked Obsession
My dick pulses as I come deep inside her body from first contact.
Her pussy ripples around me, sucking me in deeper, devouring my seed like it was meant to be there.
“Fuck, cara mia, Bella, fuck.” I’m brought to my knees by the intensity of the coupling, and despite the fact I’ve come already, my dick is not deflating. It’s getting harder, ready to really fuck now. “Tell me you’re okay, cara mia.”
“Please, Daddy.” Her voice is hoarse. “Don’t stop.” Her wish is my command.
Bella
Welcomed stars twinkle across my vision as Donato begins thrusting ruthlessly, changing angles every so often, and I can tell bliss is awaiting me. The pain of him breaching my untried body was nothing compared to the paradise lurking on the other side.
He’s rough but gentle. Demanding but giving. I could never have imagined being intimate with anyone and feeling so cared for the way Donato does for me.
The muscles at my core feel like they’re rippling with need. Coiled tight, waiting for him to strike the match to ignite an orgasm that I know will take me to another plane of existence. I can feel it in my bones.
Pandora’s box has been opened, and he’s the key to all pleasure inside of me. My thighs squeeze uncontrollably around his waist as I float high in the sky.
All too soon, it’s there, the overwhelming, insatiable orgasm that changes my life forever erupts like a volcano. Bold, bright light illuminates behind my closed eyes as my nails rake down his biceps, where I haven’t let go.
“Fuck, such a good girl for me, cara mia. Keep milking me. Take everything I have to offer,” he whispers in my ear, sucking on my neck as I feel his balls slapping against my ass. His huge erection remains deep inside me as he continues to thrust in short, sharp bursts.
Our bodies are covered in a sheen of sweat as his hands roam across my every surface, lighting me on fire with each touch, and I can feel his muscles rippling. I can sense him holding back. Emotions swirl through me like a raging river, and I hum in his ear as I kiss along his throat, biting him in the same way he’s done to me.
His fingers dig into my hips as he thrusts one final time with a primal shout that sounds like a deafening roar in my sensitive ears. “Oh god!” I scream when I feel the heat of his release coating my insides. It’s hotter than the first time. It’s more…consuming.
“I fucking love you, cara mia.” His gentle fingers cup my cheeks as he lays kisses all over my face. “I don’t think I’ve said the words, but from the moment I saw you, I knew you were mine.”
Speechless, I beam as he strums my skin, touching everywhere he can until his fingers brush through my hair. His lips lavish me with love along my throat, my jaw, before zeroing in on my breast.
Overly sensitive, I cry out when he captures a nipple between his teeth. “Donato!” He chuckles, flicking the bud with his tongue and drawing long sucks that appear to connect straight to my clit. Pulsing around his still-stiff erection, I whimper when his hands move to secure mine.
“Just let me love you, Bella.” I’m helpless to tell him no. I wouldn’t even if I could.
He moves lower to my belly, biting the excess flesh I can never seem to get rid of but he apparently loves. “Love your fucking curves,” he grumbles, kissing from hip to hip until he’s lingering just inches above my clit.
I have the sensation of him leaking out of me, and I try to close my legs in embarrassment, but I should have known he wouldn’t let me. “Christ, this blood,” he rumbles. “I love seeing it mixed with our cum.” Mewls slip out as I squirm under his scrutiny.
Feeling his fingers stroking my pussy, I gasp when he pushes two inside, rubbing and massaging my walls. “What are you doing?” I moan when he hits a sensitive spot.
“Sticking my seed back inside this slick cunt.” He leans forward, and my eyes close when his lips wrap around my clit, sucking softly, lapping gently at it with his tongue.
“Daddy,” I keen on a soft moan. My body fires up for more of what he’s doing, but he doesn’t appear to be in any kind of hurry to go faster or further along. His pace is leisurely and exasperating. “Please,” I beg.
His devilish chuckle as our eyes meet has me growling in frustration. “You’re beautiful, cara mia,” Donato murmurs, nuzzling along my exposed flesh, lapping as if I’m a bowl of sweet cream and honey. “I could stay here forever and live off your essence.” The whimper at his confession can’t be withheld because I’d let him, too.
CHAPTER 13
Bella
Warmth floods my skin from the sun blazing through the open curtain as I roll over to find an empty bed. Cracking open my eyes, I glance around the room to see the bathroom door wide open and the room empty. Which means Donato must have gone downstairs. Or out. I hope he’s still here.
After last night, I feel the need to be in his presence more than usual; I want him at my side. Being able to touch him whenever possible is quickly becoming an addiction. Rolling onto my back, the covers slip off, and any other morning, I’d have pulled them back on, needing to cover my excess skin…the places where I feel bigger than I should. The rolls on my stomach, the curve of my hips. The thickness of my thighs…I could go on.
But as I gaze down my body, I see the evidence of how much Donato enjoys everything I’ve hated about myself. Love bites, hickeys, bruising fingerprints, they tell a story of how much he desires me just as I am.
Slowly dragging myself out of bed, I decide against a shower and immediately seek out a pair of fresh panties, wincing when I shift to pull them up my legs. I was thoroughly worked over last night, and muscles I didn’t know existed burn deliciously today. After searching through his dresser, I toss on a long t-shirt and hit the bathroom to clean up and brush my teeth.
The house is quiet as I open the bedroom door and slip out into the hall. A woman’s voice can be heard, and I know it must be Donato’s mother. Nerves shiver up my spine as I debate on going back up to put pants on, but before I can make a move, the man comes around the corner.