MARKED BY HIS OBSESSION 4

MARKED BY HIS OBSESSION 4

EVA

I wish that cock didn't do such terrible things to my mind, absolutely numbing my ability to protest. That was always my one rule. Always use a condom.

And yet there he was, ordering me to.

I'd already cum, so I should've just said "Fuck it." And walked out that door.

But then his cock teased along my clit and I sucked in a deep breath, quivering against him.

"I'm not on the pill," I said, shaking my head and looking for where the hell I left my purse. "Always condoms."

The purse was long gone, left work my girlfriends back at the club. Forgotten when I left with the man who bankrupt my parents just to have me.

"No," he growled to me simply, and paid me no heed as he teased my clit one final time, took one last tempting slide down along the length of my wet slit, "I don't need a fucking barrier when I'm inside you, Eva. It's been years, I'm going to feel every inch of you, raw." Without giving me a chance to respond, he sank down into me.

His abundant cock filled me up like no one else had. Hard, deep, and so good, I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips. He growled deeply, his pleasure a low rumble as he shut his eyes for a moment, savoring the feel me around his cock.

"This... this is what you want me to use a condom for," he murmured, his voice drugging. "Never ever, Eva. Not with me." He whispered, his tone final.

I cried out, wanted to protest, and yet my body betrayed me again, opening up to him, taking him fully. He felt... amazing. So hot, and hard, throbbing with such intensity I thought he was going to cum. He was overly massive, it left no space inside me.

Even the idea of pushing him off was like a silly thought I could never go through with. Because my walls clenched around him, inviting him deep inside me, and begging him to stary fucking me.

He tugged back his hips against the tight grip of my cunt, my folds clinging to him as his powerful hips retracted. He slammed into me again, his thrust, rigid and deep. He did over again, and again and I was moaning, arching and bucking into him.

I was at his mercy, and his throbbing cock slammed into me harder with each thrust. His heavy, cum-filled balls slapping against my ass as he pounded and pounded, the two of us rutting carelessly like the teenagers we once were together.

He grabbed my legs, my high heels still on, and held them over his shoulders, making it so that I couldn't squirm away from his powerful thrusts. He was fuckin me so deep it almost hurt, and I was pinned against him, my knees bent over his shoulders as he stared down on me.

He had me right where he wanted me, in every way, not just physically. And he knew it. The look on his self satisfied face, the utter bliss as he fucked me raw for the very first time. No condoms. Just raw. He took my innocence, and now he was the very first man fucking me raw. I couldn't hate and crave him less.

"You feel so damn good, Eva," he grunted, plunging deeper and harder into me. "...so damn tight...you stayed so perfect all these years— more perfect than I'd ever tasted."

I cling tightly onto him, taking very thrust he gave. Sinful, shameless pleas spilling from my mouth.

"You're so big, Kingston," I hissed, half in protest, half in appreciation. It was a good thing I was so damn wet, because it would've been too much for me. Nevertheless he felt so fucking amazing, so... right.

"You love it, don't you? You're fucking wet, and milking me so hard," he murmured, and brought one of his hands to my chest, ripped the fabric off and grabbed my breast.

He squeezed me hard, and kneaded it as he pounded into me. I could feel his dick twitch and pulse inside, knew he was good to cum.

"Eva... Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum," he made guttural groan, as his cock hardened with each deep thrust.

I should've stopped him right there and pushed him off me, I really should've. Instead, I arched even closer to him, my nipples hard from his squeeze, and he looked down at me. He kissed me hard and released my lips, fucking me so hard and relentless.

His fingers tugged my nipples, even harder, "Tell me you want it, Eva," he growled, his thrust punishing and claiming. "Tell me you want me to cum inside you," his thrust faltered this time. He pulled out slowly, only to slam back hard and repeated it over and over. And I wanted nothing more for him to fucking pound me hard. To claim me. To finish what he started.

But I didn't want him to have it so easy. I was still fuckin mad at him, so I kept my mouth shut.

But then he grabbed at my other breast, that nipple pinch between his thumb and forefinger too, and it was just enough pressure to make me quiver. I was near the brink again. I just needed him to thrust in, to let me grind against him, and then it'd be all over.

I bit down on my lower lips, holding back my moan, and tried to move my hips on my own, to take what I wanted without giving him what he was after. But he was smart and even stronger and had me pinned.

"Kingston!" I cried out in frustration as I tried once more to flee, and he pinched me even harder, taking my breast into his mouth.

"You can't fight me, Eva, you know it," he mumbled, sucking me so hard.

"Oh God... Fuck, cum inside me,"

"Hmm?" He teased, enjoying every bit of his torture.

"Fucking cum inside me,"

"One more time, Eva,"

Tears blurred my vision at my helplessness. Defeated, I murmured, "I want you to cum inside me,"

"That's it. Don't be mad at me, baby" he crooned and leaned in to kiss my lips so roughly, resuming his hard thrusts.

Buried deep inside me, his cock throbbed, his thrusts relentless and ruthless. With a sharp guttural growl, he let loose, jerking. His cock pulsed inside me, as he spurted, hot and thick ropes of cum inside me, filing me whole.

He kissed me even harder, still filling me with his cum. His orgasm fueled mine, as I clenched down on him, writhing, gushing and milking him so hard he swore.

He grind against me, still fucking me through our orgasm, his kiss now tender and gentle, so was his thrusts.

He broke the kiss, still buried inside me, "You're so mine, Eva. Mine. Damn! You're everything sweetness could mean."

For a brief moment I met his gaze and regretted it, because I still wanted to be mad at him. And he was making it difficult.