MARKED BY HIS OBSESSION 3

MARKED BY HIS OBSESSION 3

EVA

I'm the girl that nodded her head because she was too horny to think straight. I'm the girl that found his sadistic obsession with me arousing. I'm the girl who needed him, bad.

A black, chauffeured sedan awaited us. The driver opened our door and Kingston — I remembered his name as last — helped me on in, before climbing into the back and pouncing atop me again before the chauffeur could even begin to drive.

It might've been one of the dumbest things I'd done, but it didn't feel like it. Not as his hands ran up over my ribs, then down to my naked thighs. His palms pressed against my skin, grabbing me hard as he kissed my lips, making out with me so hotly and urgently.

Lust took me over and I was squirming against him, wanting so badly to feel his hands on the ache and heat between my thighs.

We were like teenagers again in the back of his car, pawing, kissing, humping. He let his hand wander up my thigh and gave me juts what I wanted. He slid his hand between my thighs, then his fingers found my thong and pressed hotly against the fabric. Slowly, he tugged the fabric to the side and shoved his finger into my wet folds.

I inhaled sharply, heat rushing all over my body so fast it almost scared me.

"Oh hell," he gave a low growl of desire at finding it so wet.

It wasn't a long drive, but in that time he stroked my fires higher. He teased my clit, his thumb ruthlessly circling it, while his other hand found my breast, squeezing it through my dress. All the while, his mouth worked against mine, swallowing my nearly constant moans.

I couldn't remember ever being more turned on in my life.

He was just as ravenous and as the car came to stop outside the swankiest hotel in the whole city, we could barely tear ourselves away from each other.

My hips bucked towards him, our bodies all tangled up as I reached out, touching against his hard on through his pants, stroking him so wantonly. I pulled away from just long enough to look at him from beneath my thick lashes, and I realized I remembered this man so well. Remembered he was the very first man I slept with. Remembered everything about that night. And I knew I couldn't hold myself back from him. Just like that night.

He had to pull me from the car, lift me up out of it In fact. Though as I struggled to pull my dress down to a semi decent level, we were walking up the stairs into the posh hotel front, making our way to the elevator.

He inserted his keys for his private suit floor, and then before the doors were even shut, we were at it again. He lifted one of my legs up to his hip, stroked along my ass as our lips smacked, and he was grinding against me, pinning me to the mirrored wall of the elevator.

Though once the elevator came to a halt at his fabulously opulent penthouse, we only barely managed to get through the door before it shut again. He held me up in his arms, fondling and kissing me as we made our way towards the plush, round sofa.

I broke from his kiss and immediately he went down my throat, sucking on my neck, claiming me like an animal with his love bites.

Those big hands of his pawed at me, he nipped and kissed at my neck, and all the while I could feel the pulse of his desire though his impressively sized cock. Feel the way it ground against my supple flesh, the way he so desperately needed me.

He released me only long enough to shed his blazer, growling as he came at my neck again. "You're mine at last," he said between sucking kisses.

I wanted to protest except the way he said 'mine' made me hungry for him. I moaned, my dark hair flicked off my shoulder as he licked and kissed and nipped at my sensitive flesh. My hand went to his bicep, gripping it as my body ground beneath him.

I was horny as hell, and no matter how I tried to hide it, I couldn't.

It became especially impossible when he slid his two hands up my thighs, and lifted my dress over my hips. He ripped my thong off and thrust his finger into my folds again. He pulled out and looked down at his finger, glistening with my slick. He gaze turned even more darker and hungrier, then he kissed his way down between my legs, placing pecks and sucking kisses upon the soft inner flesh of my thighs, before finally coming to taste my pussy.

One lick and he was groaning with raw desire. "Fuck, I forgot how good your cunt tastes," he growled, lashing his tongue around my clit again immediately after, not wanting to take his mouth away from me long.

I gasped, my hand gripping the sofa cushion as I lifted my hips towards him, not shy about wanting him to bury his face in me. I ground against him as his tongue swirled around me with expertise, making me recall that night we were together. He knew my body so well, even after all these years, as if it had been enshrined in his memories.

He licked, and sucked me so hard. He wanted it all, all of me, every part, and not just for his own physical gratification.

One of my legs was sprawled over the back of the sofa, the other wrapped around his head as he brought me to ecstasy faster than anyone else I'd ever been with. I couldn't believe it was even happening, but my tummy tensed up and then it was just an explosion of bliss, and I knew I was making a mess all over his face and the expensive sofa but I didn't care.

I didn't care about anything except how good he made me feel, and I screamed his name so loud not minding if it disturbed people in the basement dozen of floors below.

As I was still quaking in the wake of my mind blowing orgasm, he was lapping it up. All of my juices were his to devour, bought with his obsession. He kissed and teased my flesh before he finally pulled away.

"That's my pussy, my dinner from now on, you hear me, Eva?" He growled so commandingly as he stripped off his white shirt, revealing a sculpted chest, with pronounced pecs and chiseled abs. Such a gorgeous specimen of masculinity, and I hadn't a doubt that it too was for me. All part of the obsessive snare laid to catch me, and I watched as his hand trailed down, undoing his pants.

I was transfixed, my body betraying me as I stared at him with such awe and need. Need to feel what his cock was like.

I bit on my lower lip, squirming to get closer to him. I'd never needed something, or someone, so bad in my life.

He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and I could see the cotton bulge of his manhood, thick and protruding. He tugged down both garments, and his cock sprang free. Massive and heavy. He was gorgeous, veiny with pre cum leaking down his shaft. Kingston widened my legs apart, and pulled one leg to his hip, spreading me even wider.

"And one more thing, Eva," he said in a low, dark growl, his eyes staring into mine as he wiped away the last remaining juices from his face to lap them up too. "No condoms. I want It raw with you, party girl. Always." And then he took hold of his dick, and roughly slapped it on my pussy before he rubbed my slick entrance, teasing me with his hot, wide crown.