Obsession by Harleigh Beck
In a swift move, he slides his arm behind me, scoops me up by my ass, and plops me down on the table. My spine meets the hard surface, but the sudden impact can’t be compared to the feel of his big, rough hands on my thighs.
He shoves my skirt up to my waist and growls low in his throat.
So…I didn’t put on panties this morning.
“Fuck me,” he whispers, wrenching my quivering thighs apart and staring at my pussy. “You’re going to be the death of me…”
“You’re the killer here, Robbie. So ruin me.”
His eyes meet mine, but instead of replying, he sinks to his knees and pulls me level with his mouth. Then he delivers a sharp slap to my swollen folds, which makes me yelp. He breathes me in and trails his nose down my slit while groaning low in his chest like a starved animal that’s ready to tear into flesh.
Fuck, I need his mouth on me. I need him to devour me. “I trust you, Robbie. Touch me.”
“Rule number seven…” His gruff voice whispers over my clit. “Don’t ever trust a condemned killer.”
He nips my clit with his teeth, causing me to arch off the table and moan loud enough to be heard outside. It’s a surprise the officer doesn’t storm the room.
A selfish part of me revels in the knowledge that Robbie hasn’t tasted pussy in nearly two decades. Now, he’s more than ravenous and eats me out like he wants to feast on my soul—the very essence of me.
Robbie covers my cunt with his hot mouth, then proceeds to lick and suck until I’m shaking and shivering beneath his skilled hands and tongue. His fingers nip my thighs as he grips me tight. I truly am his last meal.
His tongue circles my entrance, lapping up the juices that drip from me, and he groans deeply, whispering, “Fucking perfect.”
“Robbie,” I moan, reaching down to pull his hair. “Fuck, more… Please, Robbie.”
“Keep moaning my name like that, baby.”
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