Obsessions

Adrian’s POV

She stayed.

After the second round on the couch, Lena lay boneless and trembling in my arms, her sweat-slicked body pressed against mine. Her breathing was still ragged, little aftershocks making her pussy flutter around my softening cock. I looked down at her flushed face, swollen lips, and the dazed, satisfied look in her eyes… and made a decision I rarely made with women.

I didn’t want her to leave.

“Stay the night,” I said, my voice rough from hours of groaning her name. I brushed damp strands of hair from her forehead.

She blinked up at me slowly, still floating. “Cleo… he’ll worry if I don’t come home.”

“I’ll send someone right now with money for him and a note that you’re safe. Stay, Lena.”

She hesitated only for a second before nodding. That tiny act of submission sent a dark, possessive thrill through my chest.

I carried her to the shower.

The moment the hot water hit us, I pressed her back against the cold tiles and kissed her like I was starving. She moaned into my mouth, wrapping her legs around my waist. I slid into her in one smooth thrust, swallowing her cry as her nails dug into my shoulders.

“Adrian…” she whimpered, voice hoarse.

I fucked her hard against the wall, water cascading over her bouncing breasts. Every deep stroke made her moan louder. She was so wet, so fucking responsive — her pussy gripping me like it never wanted to let go. I made her cum twice in the shower, once on my cock and once on my fingers while I sucked on her swollen nipples.

By the time we reached my bed, she was dripping, swollen, and beautifully ruined.

I laid her down gently and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was puffy and glistening, still leaking my cum from earlier. The sight made my cock throb painfully.

“Look at you,” I growled, rubbing my cockhead up and down her slick folds. “So fucking used already… and still begging for more.”

I pushed back inside her slowly, savoring every inch. Lena gasped sharply, her back arching.

“Adrian… I feel so full,” she moaned, nails digging into my back.

“You’re taking me so well, baby,” I praised, starting a deep, steady rhythm. “This pretty little pussy is stretching so nicely for me now.”

I fucked her through three more orgasms. First with her legs over my shoulders, pounding deep. Then I flipped her onto all fours, gripping her hips as I slammed into her from behind. She buried her face in the pillow to muffle her screams, but I could still hear her broken moans every time I bottomed out.

“More,” she begged hoarsely sometime past 3 a.m., voice cracking. “Please… don’t stop.”

Something primal snapped inside me.

I flipped her onto her back again, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and drove into her with punishing strokes. The wet, obscene sound of my cock slamming into her soaked cunt filled the entire bedroom. Lena’s eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent cry as another powerful orgasm tore through her. Her walls clenched so tightly around me I almost came on the spot.

By the time the sky began to lighten outside, we had fucked four — maybe five — times. Her pussy was gloriously wrecked: red, swollen, and gaping slightly every time I pulled out, only to greedily suck me back in. She looked thoroughly used, marked, and mine.

I finally collapsed beside her and pulled her limp body against my chest. She was half-asleep, breathing softly against my neck, thighs still twitching with aftershocks. For the first time in years, I didn’t want to leave the bed.

But morning came anyway.

I slipped out quietly, took a quick shower, and returned to the bedroom. Lena stirred, looking deliciously rumpled with faint love bites on her neck and breasts. She gave me a sleepy, shy smile that did dangerous things to my chest.

“I have an important meeting,” I told her, sitting on the edge of the bed. I brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Stay as long as you want. Order breakfast, lunch… whatever. The place is yours.”

Before I left, I transferred a very generous amount to her account — far more than any delivery f*e. I added extra for Cleo with a note: For your brother. Don’t argue.

I leaned down and kissed her forehead, then her swollen lips.

“Last night was unforgettable,” I murmured against her mouth. “You were perfect.”

Lena’s fingers lightly gripped my shirt. For a brief moment, I saw something vulnerable flash in her eyes — satisfaction mixed with quiet fear. She was beginning to understand how deep this was getting.

So was I.

As I stepped into the elevator heading down to my car, I adjusted my tie and tried to push the images out of my head: Lena riding me like she owned me, her loud moans, the way her pussy creamed all over my cock, how she screamed my name when she came.

But the truth was undeniable.

I was becoming obsessed with this girl.

And for the first time in my life, the thought of losing control didn’t scare me.

It excited me.