Obsessed - Jenika Snow Page 0,18

at the corners of them as he pushed more of his erection into me. “I can’t take all of you,” I mewled.

“You can take all of me,” he moaned, and his eyes slid shut for a second when he sank deeper into me. “You were made for me.”

He pushed more and more and more into my body until those prickling tears finally slipped out and tracked down my cheeks. Oli leaned in and ran his tongue along the side of my face, lapping at the salty remnants of my desire.

He stretched me until I felt like I was splitting in two. He filled me until there was no space he wasn’t touching.

“Take all of me.” His voice was nothing more than a whisper. “You can take all of me, sweet girl.” He tipped his head back and closed his eyes, the muscles in his neck and chest standing out in stark clarity. “You were made for me,” he said again, his voice broken, his pleasure clear.

And then he was fully seated in me. The air had left me long ago, and I sucked in a lungful. He only gave me a moment of reprieve to get used to his size before he started moving in and out of me.

“Relax for me.”

I tried to let myself sink into the mattress, to absorb what Oli gave me, how he made me feel.

He pulled out until the tip was almost all the way out of me, and then in one swift, consuming move, he buried all of his thick inches back into my body. I cried out, closed my eyes, dug my nails harder into him.

“Fuck. Fuck. God, Bryn. Yes.” He hissed the last word out as he started moving in and out of me in fluid, even strokes. “Fuck,” he said over and over, his eyes closed now, his jaw locked tight.

My inner muscles clenched around him of their own accord, causing deep, whisper-like groans and curses to come from him. That intense stretching soon faded as the pleasure took its place. I smoothed my hands down his back, feeling his muscles clench and tense beneath my fingertips.

Oli slowly opened his eyes and stared into mine. His forearms were straight right beside my head, and when he shifted and pulled back, his eyes lowered right to where he was lodged deep inside me.

Never taking his eyes off my pussy, he started moving in and out of me a little faster. The sounds that came from him were animal-like, and the erotic, wet noises of him fucking me filled my head and turned me on even more.

The pleasure turned to something darker, more carnal, and before I knew what I was doing, I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts, needing Oli as deep as he could go. I wanted to be so sore tomorrow from his fucking. I wanted to sit down and still be able to feel him deep in my body.

The ecstasy stole my breath, had my lips parted, and it was pointless trying to get air into my lungs. All I could manage was short bursts of inhalations.

Sweat covered his face and chest, and I let my gaze travel down to his abdomen. I felt my arousal grow tenfold at the way the muscles of his stomach contracted every time he pushed back into me, his six-pack so pronounced I knew I could have gotten off on that sight alone.

“Bryn,” he said on a groan, and when I snapped my head up to look back into his face, I could see how the tendons in his neck stood out harshly.

He was exerting so much… control.

“I’ve never felt anything so perfect. You’re so tight and wet.” He slammed into me hard, and my eyes rolled back as ecstasy claimed me.

“Oli,” I managed to gasp, crying it out like a wounded animal.

“Say my name again,” he grunted.

I was panting, holding onto him as he really fucked me then.

In and out. In and out. In and out.

“Oli. God, yes, Oli.”

He hummed in approval, and then he tangled a hand in my hair and jerked my head back at the same time he slammed his mouth down on mine. He broke the kiss and started moving his lips down to the side of my throat. He latched his mouth onto the side of my neck and ran his teeth along the flesh, being rough, forceful, and he never stopped thrusting into me.

I loved every minute of it.

Over and over, he worked his cock