Obsession Sex Scenes Novels & Stories

During the pass two days of being ‘DEAD’ Lena had lost a great amount of weight. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Marks eyes widened at the mention of ‘sex’ He picked a look at his alpha before lowering his head. Jeremy had tolerated enough from a mere warrior, Jeremy stood up tall,his eyes were red like a radar detector,like a predictor ready to pounce at his prey which as at this point it was Olivia who was standing right in front of him wagging her mouth.

Eyes colliding with each other. "You can.... you can do whatever y-you want with me," she didn't realize the tear slipping from her eyes, "for as long as you want. And once your obsession is over, leave me. But don't marry me if all you want is my body. If all you have is lust and obsession for me," She stared directly in his eyes and once she was done speaking, she stepped away from him, taking a few steps back and then bobbed her head down, shutting her eyes. "If y-you want," her lips began to shiver, "if you want I-I can t-take off m-my clothes," Her body shook with these sentences alone.

“Um… President Yang, can you not stare over my shoulder like that? You’re too close...” Yang Tian-Xu hadn’t noticed how close he had gotten; he jumped back up as he straightens out his back. “Sorry,” he said as his face heated, it felt hot. Assistant Tseng saw his reaction from inside the office. He was watching them the entire time. Thinking, “Holy Mother of Hell… Is… Is he…?” Assistant Tseng’s face blushes. He covered his mouth with both his hands. “Oh dear Lord, the boss looks hot when he blushes!”

Isadora screams at the pain of his bite, though it is soon overpowered as the pleasure he built inside her explodes, causing her body to tense and shudder around him. With her pussy pulsing around his cock he let out another growl as his release hits him and he slows their movements to match the pulsing of his cock as it shoots his seed inside the condom. Even as his cock still pulses, he continues their movements, slowly increasing them again until the urge to dominate her rises and he stands, walks over to his couch in the corner and lays her on her back. He follows her down, and as soon as his knees hit the couch he loses control and slams into her over and over until he is shooting his s

My mind could vividly picture how this was going to go wrong. I backtracked, "Sara, You have to stop. This obsession of yours is becoming a cause for concern." She didn't relent. In fact, I'd say her steps quickened and now I was in the most awkward position. The edge of the bed was no place to be when a sex-obsessed girl comes for you like this. I watched her fondle with the back of her dress and her clothes floated to the ground. She was wearing nothing underneath. She came prepared.

"I love you too Daddy. This is so fucked up but I am obsessed. I want to be your secret slut forever. Fuck me and fill me with your cum please." He sped up again pounding me raw and hard. I scratched his back and moaned nonstop. The room filled with our dirty sounds and heavy breathing. He kissed me messy and rough biting my lip. I came one more time right as he groaned loud and shot hot cum deep inside my pussy. It filled me up and leaked out as he kept thrusting through his orgasm. We stayed connected like that for a long time just holding each other. My body felt exhausted but my obsession with him grew even bigger.

I said, the words slipping out before I could stop them, "I don’t think I have any objections, but why are you so obsessed with sex?" His smirk faltered for a brief moment, his eyes darkening with something deeper, more intense, before he corrected me, his voice barely above a whisper. "No, I’m not obsessed with sex," he said, his fingers tracing the edge of my jawline in the softest touch. "I’m obsessed with you."

Most not. At a corner two women were on a wide seat. One lay on her back, legs open. The other was between her thighs, mouth on her breast, sucking hard while her fingers rubbed tight circles on the woman’s clit. The one underneath kept making these soft, desperate sounds, hips lifting every time the fingers moved. A sex party. I turned to Ethan, shocked. “I wanted to spice things up, babe,” he said, like it was nothing. I shook my head. “You don’t have to do all this, Ethan. I think we should go.”

I follow soon after, burying myself as deep as possible, marking her from the inside while whispering dark, filthy truths against her ear. Afterward, we lie tangled on her narrow bed, breathing ragged, sweat cooling on our skin. The diamond ring still sits on the desk like an accusation. Mirella turns her head to look at me. Her voice is quieter now, but no less stubborn. “You’re going to get us both killed one day with this obsession.” I stroke her hair, fingers possessive even in the aftermath. “I’ll kill everyone else first.” She huffs a tired laugh. “You’re impossible.”

-Just so you know, I'll fuck you just as well at 80. -I'll be old; I won't feel like it anymore, I say confidently. -Yes... Just like you don't feel like it now. Weren't you going jogging? -I'll go later. I need to recover," I mentally slap myself when I realize what I said. -But I still want to. -Are you obsessed with sex? -With sex with you, yes. He moves his hand towards my femininity, pushing against me from behind. I think I'll go crazy soon.