Obsession

by Harleigh Beck

“You want my cum, baby?” I ask, palming her head and thrusting deep into her narrow throat.

She gags and drags her nails down my thighs, leaving behind a sharp sting that makes my balls draw up tight in her grip. I don’t want to come just yet. Not until she’s thoroughly fucked and sore.

“You sore from last night?” Nodding, she pushes her ass back against me. “Fuck me, Robbie.” “Who am I to deny my girl?” I ask as I sink inside her torturously slowly. Her walls clamp down around my cock, testing my self-control. “I haven’t even started moving yet, and you’re already pulsing and strangling my dick, baby.” “Shut up and fuck me,” she snarls, showing me a rare glimpse of her hellcat.

whimpers when I bury my dick balls-deep in her cunt and squeeze her ass hard. “You’re a whore for my cock, aren’t you, Savannah?”

“You’re so full of yourself,” she whimpers, trying to look at me over her shoulder.

“Tell me you don’t want it. I can see it in your eyes.” Her breath hitches. “It hurts.” I bite back a groan. “Relax for me, baby. You’re doing so well.” Kissing her at this angle is awkward at best, even when she melts in my arms and relaxes around me. “Good girl,” I whisper on a forward thrust. “You feel so good.” “Robbie,” she whines,

“Fuck, Savannah.” “Harder, Robbie.” Pulling on her long hair, I take her ass harder while biting and kissing her neck. I mark her perfect skin. Lost in her and the sunrise and the waves lapping at the shore. I trail a hand between her legs and drag my fingers over her swollen clit. “You bring me to my damn knees, Mrs. Meyers.” “And you bring me to mine, Mr. Meyers.”

“The day you let the priest marry us on this beach, you made me the happiest man alive.”

wife,” I breathe, sliding my fingers through her wetness and sinking them deep inside her, feeling her tight walls pulse around my digits with every snap of my hips. “My future.” She comes, crying out my name. My real name. A name we don’t use outside of the bedroom anymore to protect this sacred life we’ve built.

Always watching and waiting. “Fuck, Savannah,” I grunt, releasing inside her. Pleasure locks every muscle in my body. I grab her throat from behind and sink my teeth into her neck as the orgasm washes over me. It’s too much. It’s not enough. Never fucking enough where my Savannah is concerned. My queen of hearts.

“What worries you, beautiful?” “You’re home early from work,” I reply, avoiding the topic. Robbie knows me too well.

“Talk to me, baby.”

“What if we pass our genetics on to our baby.”

was a broken man. The things I did—” He swallows, closing his eyes briefly before catching mine again. “I lost twenty years of my life because of the sickness inside me. You saved me, Savannah. If it weren’t for you, I’d be dead now.”

“You saved me.” “I’ve killed people,” I whisper weakly. “We both have. Fuck…if anyone hurts you again, I’ll gladly torture them to death. Don’t think for a second that I won’t chop them into pieces, because I will. Every. Single. Time.”

“Our baby will grow up loved and safe. We will raise him or her to be a good person. We will give him or her the tools they need to walk through life.”

“You’re going to be an amazing father,” I breathe between kisses, feeling him smile against my lips. “I’m going to try my damn hardest to give our kid the best fucking future possible.” He sinks to his knees and places his palms on my thighs. Then he wrenches them open, and the playful smirk on his lips takes on a filthy edge.

“Robbie,” I whimper, my lip trapped between my teeth. “Oh, Robbie.” “That’s my good girl,” he praises, brushing his thumb over my clit before circling his tongue over the aching pearl in time with my whimpers, like the moon commands the tide. “I took the rest of the day off work so that I could come home and eat your pussy until you fall asleep.”

“I’m going to cook you your favorite meal, and then I’m going to fuck you hard, Mrs. Meyers. I’ll have you scream this place down before the night’s end. That’s a fucking promise.”