All Chapters of A Dangerous Obsession: Chapter 1111 - Chapter 1120

And then he grabbed my thighs and casually made one of my last fantasies real, lifting my body from the ground and obliterating me with his thrusts. He used my ass, holding my entire body weight on his biceps as he drove his cock deeper into my ass, using it as a cum sleeve. I couldn't move if I wanted to, and his cum was pouring from my ass in rivers. And the orgasm that couldn't go higher...did.The ultimate butt slut folded under the pressures of her mind melting orgasm. My mind vanished, and I blacked out.And none of that needed an 11" cock. Just an average one, and enough love and perversion to drown God.***"Ahaha!" Rich shouted, and Connor screamed in delight."Daddy chasing me!" My little man called out as his father slowly chased him down the hallway, not quite fast enough to catch the lil guy. Not his biological father, of course, but as close as Connor would ever get to him.Rich cornered Connor at the couch, picked him up for tickles, and then slammed him down into the c

She shook her head, her blonde braid bouncing. "Yeah, I wanna trade my powers for yours. Being good in a fight does NOT compare to being able to just warp reality by insisting at it really hard. The fuck.""So you don't mind?" I grinned."I...guess I don't. You were always looking before I started training. It makes me feel like I'm still a girl, weirdly enough."I winked at her. "You're still my beautiful big sister, Melissa. You're just also The Beast. You didn't lose anything.""I'm gonna choose to take your word for it. Now get outta here. Gonna see if I can break the bag." She cracked her knuckles and stood up. I...was looking at her butt. It clenched rhythmically as she limbered back up. Melissa looked back at me, no doubt wondering why I wasn't leaving, and caught me. "Tch. I guess you can stay if you wanna." She was blushing a little.I stayed. She was cute when she was blushing, and I had more bullshitting to do.***"You were out there a while. How's your sister?" My mom ask

I was in shithead little brother mode. This would be a problem later.I heard a few more scoffs from back in the line behind me, apparently I was making people mad, but I was bored. Melissa was very punctual, and that meant getting there before the doors even opened. So I kept the comments coming, though I dialed it back a little.We got in, I had to put on a wristband that said I wasn't old enough to drink, and, for everyone else at least, the drinks started flowing. Melissa didn't drink. There were a few odd chairs along the walls behind sections of railing, and I found myself one early; no matter what I did, there was no shot of me actually seeing anything from the middle of the pack, so I settled for just listening and enjoying the music from the edges.A girl sat next to me, still before the first act got on stage. She was cute, shorter than me, dressed in black jeans and a Blondie shirt, and she smiled at me. It was just a friendly thing, but that was my in."Hey! You too short

The next six weeks or so were not fun. Recovery was deeply uncomfortable, but I hate to complain, so I just kept quiet. It kind of became a habit. There was only so much fussing from the two most beautiful women in the world that I could take. Every movement made me want to groan in pain, and then my mom or Melissa would be buzzing around like bees, trying to fix what was broken but unable to do anything to help.So I clamped down on it. My jokes and comments and all of my bullshit. Being quiet altogether helped me to not cry out in pain, which meant they weren't fussing. Weren't hurting for me.Plus, I began to think about each comment. Did I really need to say that? What if it got me beat down again?My dad...didn't help. He oscillated between being enraged on my behalf, proud of Melissa for her response...and disappointed in me. Not for causing the fight, but somehow for losing it. He had a complicated relationship with masculinity, and I did not fit his ideal. No, that fatherly pr

She ducked her head down, moving off my lap, and then suddenly I was engulfed in her mouth and I wanted to scream. The heat of her mouth, the eager wriggling of her tongue, the powerful suction, and the joyful look in her eyes combined to tear my orgasm right out of me, only seconds after she started. I made a sound I'll generously call a manly roar as I came in her mouth. With no frame of reference, I couldn't tell you how good she was at this, but she casually hit every note with no problem. She didn't trigger the oversensitivity at all but just calmly worked me through the most intense orgasm of my life. I heard several gulps as my cum went down her throat, and that look of happiness on her face never wavered.Melissa was perfect. I was convinced.She made sure I was done and cleaned me with her tongue. Then, she popped back up and snuggled up to me as best as a weight bench in the garage would allow. I kissed her, giving no shits about the taste of my own cum. She was beautiful an