Obsession Read online Ann Mayburn (Cordova Empire #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Cordova Empire Series by Ann Mayburn
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Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 106948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
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He reached beneath my thighs, his hands gripping my ass to keep me captive, pressing on the tender flesh of my bottom. Bursts of stronger pain mixed with the pleasure, breaking my mind down to the point I could do nothing but processes the intense sensations he was ripping from me. The firm hold of his hands on my body, combined with his deep, primal grunts of pleasure, had my legs quivering in his grip. With his thumb, he lightly stroked the big bruised bite mark on my inner thigh, adding yet another source of unexpected pleasure.

Like the soreness from his hard grip on my tender butt, I found only decadent satisfaction in him playing with his bite mark, my toes curling as another orgasm rippled through me, rendering me limp. When he lifted his head, I took a fistful of his hair and dragged his unresisting body up mine until I could kiss him. Our hands worked between us and I had his hot length free of his pants in no time. With a little wiggle of my hips, my aching core was rubbing against the impossibly hard crown of his shaft, the thick flesh pushing into me while Leo groaned.

“Fuck, so good,” he whispered as he slid his hands up from my butt to my back, holding me tight as he rocked into me.

The lazy flex and roll of his hips was exactly what I needed, stroking the thick heat of his dick in and out of my clutching pussy, each slide of his flesh inside of mine better than the last. I clung to him, rubbing my face against the crinkly hair on his chest, then I licked at his skin and tasted the salt of his body, felt the tremors go through him with my every touch. If I was insanely responsive to Leo, he was equally responsive to me, groaning loudly as I gently scored my nails up his back with a smile. This—this perfect moment in time between us was absolute bliss.

His thrusts became stronger, deeper, the broad head of his cock bumping my cervix in a way that stung. He must have heard my hiss because he adjusted his hips, the rounded edge of his flared crown finding my G-spot and working it until my legs shook so hard, I had to lower them from his hips to wrap around his legs. Pushing himself up so he could look down on me, Leo, torso rippling, did this move that had me thrusting up to meet him, wanting more, needing everything he had to give me. I was so empty before I met him, so alone, and now he’d filled me to overflowing in every way possible.

Sweat made his back slippery as I clung to him, encouraging him to take me, telling him how good he felt deep inside of me.

When he finally found his release, he did it while crying out my name, and as I cradled his shaking body against mine, I had to fight back tears as I realized how much I truly, deeply loved him.

The next morning, an excited barking woke me and I opened my bleary eyes, staring at an empty bed where Leo had been earlier. Sliding my hand beneath the sheets, I took in the lingering heat from his body still trapped there. The thought of how nice it had been to sleep in his arms last night warmed my belly, but the barking started up again and I bolted upright with a smile.

Honey.

After leaping out of bed, I rushed through washing up, finding another outfit from Leo placed across the settee situated against the far side of the room beneath a window. Today it was a super cute Alexander McQueen black romper that appeared to be a tiny flower-covered dress that hit high on my thigh, but was actually a pair of flowy shorts. It fit me perfectly, and as I adjusted the crisscross straps in the back, once again with no bra, I wondered how Leo knew my style so perfectly. A pair of comfortable black sandals completed the outfit and I pulled my hair up into a high ponytail, foregoing any makeup in favor of getting to Honey as quickly as possible.

I hustled through the house, following the sound of male voices and her occasional bark to the kitchen. Leo leaned against the slate counter with one hand scratching behind Honey’s ecstatic ear, the other holding a cup of coffee. He looked good this morning, his hair down and loose in messy, damp waves, his face freshly shaved and just perfect for kissing.

As soon as I entered, Honey went alert, gave me a big doggy smile, then bolted across the room to me with a skittering of claws against stone floors. I braced myself, thinking she was going to jump so she could slobber on me, but instead she came to a halt before me and sat as pretty as you please. Bemused, I crouched down and loved on her, giggling when she licked all over my chin with excited little whines.


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