His Obsession (7 page)

When the credits rolled she was struggling to breathe. Her pussy was
dripping wet from his closeness.

Neither spoke for the longest time, their breathing the only sound that
could be heard. Ursula moved first, looking up from his chest, up into his
eyes. He stared down at her. His gaze went from her eyes to her lips then back
again.

She licked her lips. The action was made with the intention of seeing
his reaction.

Staring down at his lips, she knew she wanted him to kiss her. Her wants
had nothing to do with what had happened with Paul. She knew the chemistry had
been building between them for some time. She was tired of denying it.

Stephen cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking her lips. “You’re
incredibly beautiful.”

“Thank you.” He leaned down. She held her breath waiting. At the last
minute she expected him to stop. He didn’t. Stephen claimed her lips. A moan
escaped her as he broke away only seconds later, and she felt his grip tighten
on her face as he tilted her head backwards and kissed her deeply.

Ursula moved closer to him. She gripped his shirt as she kissed him
back.

His tongue plunged inside. She cried out, opening her lips to receive
him. Their moans mingled on the air between them. She went to her knees and
then feeling bold, moved her legs to straddle him. He let go of her hair
letting her get settled. Sinking her fingers into his hair, she slammed her
lips down on his.

She’d never felt this way before. The lust coursing through her made her
want so much more from him. He let go, trailing kisses down her neck.

“I want you,” he said. She never thought she’d hear those words from his
lips. Tilting her head back, she gave him access to her neck. He took full
advantage, kissing her pulse and nipping at her collar bone. The goose-bumps
raised the hairs on her arms.

He moved the hair off one shoulder, pulling the robe down her shoulders.
The top part of her right breast was exposed. She thrust her hips against him
feeling the hard ridge of his arousal.

“No. We can’t do this,” he said. “You’ve just been through your stuff
with Paul.”

Cupping his face in her hands, she stared into his dark gaze. She saw
the desire for her, and her body responded. “I don’t want Paul. I’ve not been
with him for so long. This isn’t about him. This is about what I want.”

She kept her gaze on him while her hands went to the tie of her robe.
She untied the sash and pulled the robe apart. For a second she hesitated. Her
body was a lot larger than the women he was probably used to. She liked her
food and didn’t spend any time working off the calories from what she ate. Her
legs were thick, her tits large, and her hips wide. Everything about her body
screamed overweight. The desire pulsing inside her won out over her nerves. If
Stephen didn’t desire her in any way, he would never have responded to her.

Ursula removed the robe letting it fall to the floor. Taking his hand,
she pressed his fingers to her core. “I want you, Stephen. I’ve never wanted a
man the way I want you.”

He stared at her. She left his hand on her pussy, waiting for him to
decide. The time she waited seemed to go on forever.
Neither
moved.
Their breathing was the only thing moving in the room. Then, he
pressed two fingers inside her pussy.

“You’re tight.”

His eyes darkened. The intensity in his gaze shocked her. Her pussy
tightened around as he thumbed her clit.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, slamming her lips down on his.
Even with her on top, he controlled everything. His free hand gripped her hair
pulling her back. “Remove my shirt,” he said. His fingers were still inside
her. At the command in his tone, she felt her pussy contract around him.

Her hands were shaking, but she managed to release each small button,
pushing the shirt from his shoulders. She gazed at his chest in awe. He was
hard with no trace of any hairs on his body. She ran her hand over his chest
feeling the quiver of his muscles.

With his hands on her waist, he lifted her up onto the floor. Her legs
were like jelly. She kept herself upright. He stood next to her.

“Kneel.” She looked at him before dropping to her knees. Ursula didn’t
understand why she was obeying him. She knew she wanted to do everything he
said to keep the feeling inside her for longer.

She watched as he unbuckled his belt. The sight of him sliding the
leather out of the hoops forced her to hold her breath. Whatever was happening,
Ursula wasn’t afraid. She wanted to be with him no matter what he wanted.

****

His cock was rock hard. Seeing her on her knees in front of him sent the
dominant inside him purring with need. Stephen had never expected her to follow
orders. Staring at her naked body made his cock pulse and pre-cum ooze out of
the tip. He pulled the belt from his pants. He saw her eyes widen and her body
pulse. She was aroused by the action of him removing his belt.

Next, he removed his pants and boxers, stepping out of them. His cock
stood out, long, thick, and begging for the woman in front of him. He thought
about the other women who’d served him. Never had he been bothered to have a
woman kneel before him. Ursula did something to him, and he couldn’t explain
it.

Sex with her had been the last thing on his mind. She spoke her mind and
was intelligent and witty. He enjoyed talking to her. Her independence struck
him first. Seeing her on her knees, he loved.

“Do you like being on your knees before me?” he asked.

He saw the confusion on her face. “Don’t think about it. Let me know how
you feel.”

“I like it. I’ve never liked this.”

Stephen wondered what Paul had done to her. Fisting his cock, he watched
her eyes go to his shaft. Her tongue peeked out, licking those full, luscious
lips. He closed off any doubt.
Watching her set off the
dominant inside him.
A dominant didn’t doubt his ability. He took
control and gave his woman pleasure in seeking his own in the process.

“Would you like to suck my cock?” he asked.

She stared at him for a few seconds before nodding her head. Running his
fingers in her hair, he cupped her cheek. The position was awkward, but he
gripped his cock in one hand, watching as she opened her lips. He pressed the
tip inside, feeling her tongue slide over his tip, licking off his cum. Stephen
moaned, his fingers tightening in her hair.

He pushed forward, feeling his cock slide along her tongue. Her moan
vibrated up his length. Stephen kept touching her hair and her face. He wanted
to feel every part of her body. She stroked his length with her fingers as her
head took more of him inside her mouth. He thrust inside watching his length
disappear and reappear. His cock glistened with her saliva. Her lips looked red
and puffy. Closing his eyes, he controlled the pace of his hips. The desire to
slam inside her mouth was too hard to ignore. He pulled out, loving the way she
followed after him. Taking her hands, he lifted her to her feet. She swayed a
little, and he caught her in his arms.

Her tits pressed against his chest. The curves of her body fit perfectly
with his. Stephen captured her chin and tilted her head back to kiss her. She
responded instantly. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she tried to get
closer. There was nowhere else for her to go. They were skin to skin. She was
soft while he was hard. He’d kept on top of his figure as the years were
starting to gain on him.

His cock pushed against her belly. Stephen set her down on the couch. He
knelt in front of her and pulled her back. Her ass lay on the edge. Stephen
took her legs, opening her wide. Ursula gasped as he ran his fingers through
her creamy slit. She was so wet, her pussy lips red and puffy.

The scent of her arousal permeated the air before him. His mouth watered
for a taste of her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m going to lick this creamy cunt until you’re begging to be fucked.”
He spoke every word clearly. He refused to hide the man he was.

“I never thought you’d talk dirty,” she said.

“There is a lot you don’t know about me.” To emphasise his point Stephen
thrust two fingers inside her. She was tight, wet, and hot. Her cries echoed
off the wall. He loved the sound she made. Turning his fingers inside her, he
stroked the g-spot and watched her squirm against the assault of pleasure.

“Oh my God.”

Stephen couldn’t help but smile. She may have been with another man, but
she wasn’t sexually experienced. He knew her responses weren’t expectant. What
he was doing to her was new territory to her.

With his other hand, he opened the lips of her sex for him to view. Her
clit peeked out of its hood. He saw her eyes were closed, and he took full
advantage. Stephen licked her clit in one smooth swipe of his tongue. Her cries
grew louder. Stroking her g-spot, he licked her pussy feeling every sensation
as her cunt squeezed his fingers. Her cream leaked onto his digits.

He wanted to spend the rest of his life tasting Ursula on his tongue.
When she began to build to her climax, he thrust his fingers inside her. Her
hips pushed up to meet him stroke for stroke. Stephen felt her fingers in his
hair pulling at the strands. He gazed up at her to see her staring at him.

“I’ve never ... I’m not going to—” She was unable to finish her words.
He centred his attention on her swollen nub, thrusting his fingers inside her
and watched as she came apart.

The vision of her orgasm would stay with him forever. She was vocal,
thrusting up to meet him as he tongued her sweet clit.

He brought her down, kissing her pussy and teasing her. Only when she
was over her peak and settled, he pulled his fingers out of her tight heat and
licked off the glorious cream he’d created.

“Wow,” she said.

Stephen sat next to her and was more than content in giving her an
orgasm. He ran his hand up and down her smooth thigh. In seconds Ursula pushed
him back. She swung a leg over his until she was straddling him once again. She
pushed her hair out of the way, her breasts swinging free in front of them. He
cupped her back, pulling her close. Stephen sucked on one of her large nipples,
relishing the way she squirmed on his lap. She crushed her pussy against his
shaft. He felt her arousal on his lap.

“I want you,” she said.

He saw how far gone she was. “Do you know who I am?” he asked. The last
thing he wanted was to take her and her not remember it.

“Stephen, you’re my boss, and I want you to fuck me.” She said the
words, which sounded more like an order. Gazing up into her eyes, he saw the
woman he’d come to care a great deal about. “Please, I’ve wanted you for so
long.”

He held onto her hips lifting her up enough to grab his cock in his
fist. Stephen ran the tip of his cock down her slit turning his gaze to where
they would be joined. Taking one last look into her eyes, he saw the same
passion he felt reflected in her eyes.

Returning his gaze between their legs, he pushed his cock to her
entrance. She moved down on his shaft, the tip of him inside her.

“Wait.”

When he was sure his cock wouldn’t fall out, he held onto her hips with
both hands, stared into her eyes, and slammed her down onto his shaft.

She screamed, and he groaned as the tightness of her consumed him. Her
pussy squeezed him, already trying to milk his cum from the tip.

His grip tightened on her hips. He stared down to where she sat on his
shaft, then all the way up her body to stare into her eyes. Her eyes were wide
open as her lips were slightly parted.

“You’re big,” she said.

Stephen chuckled. It was the news every man wanted to hear.

“You’re tight.”

Moving his grip from her hips, he ran his hands around her back, up and
down. He slapped her ass making her yelp when she tried to move.

“Hey.”

He slapped her again.

“I’m in charge. Stay still.” She kept her eyes on him and then moved
once again.

He slapped her ass harder this time, causing her to yelp harder. “I
wasn’t lying,
or
do you like having this ass smacked?”

She moved once again, and he slapped her. Soon her yelps turned to moans
as he tapped her ass until she sat still. He loved the way she tested him. Her
ass must be a nice blushing pink. Knowing she loved her ass being slapped made
him harder than hell. Her pussy was flooded with her cream. He felt it around
his cock.

He touched her body. He wanted to learn every inch of her body. The
smoothness of her skin was like the most expensive silk he owned. He knew she’d
look amazing in the centre of his bed, the black silk surrounding her pale
flesh like a glorious outline. He cupped her tits, thumbing her pointed
nipples. Her body was made for long loving. He knew she would be a perfect fit
for him no matter where they were. Stephen pushed the thoughts away. This
wasn’t about forever. Their time together was about now.

She stayed still, her eyes on him at all times. He liked exploring her
body and knowing what turned her on. The noises she made went straight to his
cock.