Элла Франк - Blind Obsession

His warm cock nestles into the crack of my ass as his left hand rests on the mattress. I can feel his solid chest pressed firmly against my back and shoulder blades. His large thighs straddle over mine, and I can feel the hair from them tickling my outer thighs.

Rubbing my aching flesh on the mattress, I try to find some kind of satisfaction against the soft material, but nothing is easing me. That’s when his teeth skim over the skin joining my shoulder and neck. My hips buck back and wedge his heavy throbbing length farther between my ass cheeks.

“Ahh, yes, Gemma.”

His voice creeps into my ear and skates down over my spine, causing goose bumps to rise over my flesh.

“I want this,” he tells me as he pushes his erection back and forth between my cheeks.

I know what he wants. I’ve never had a man there. The thought terrifies me, but at the same time, it turns me on more than I care to admit. In fact, the thought alone has my pussy clenching and my ass cheeks flexing.

Shifting my hips up, I try to bring my hand under my body, so I can ease myself in some way. Before I get my arm fully under me, Phillipe grips my wrist and pulls it out, placing it by my head. I can see it being held down by his large palm, and the entrapment turns me on even more.

“No, no. I get your pussy, Gemma,” he informs me darkly. He moves in close to my ear. “I get your pussy and…” He thrusts his hips, driving that steel-like shaft against me. “I get your ass.”

Whimpering, I raise my hips as he scoots away from me. He releases my hand, and I feel the absence of his body more acutely than ever before. Quickly, his hands are back, gripping my hips. He tugs me up until I’m on my hands and knees in the center of his bed.

“Yes, just like that,” he murmurs, his hot breath against my ass. “Spread your knees a little.”

I do as requested, hearing him groan.

“Nothing is going to stop me from getting inside of you, Gemma. Nothing.” He promises.

His mouth is on my thigh, his tongue lapping up the slick path that my juices have created. He moves his sinful mouth closer and closer to the part of my body that is weeping with need for him. Fisting the mattress tightly, I push back as his tongue swipes across my swollen lips. He licks a little harder the second time, as his tongue dips inside of me and my desperate moan splits through the silence.

“Phillipe!” I cry out.

Instead of a response, I feel his mouth leave the space between my thighs right before his fingers grasp my hips. His insistent cock kisses my pussy, as slowly, inch by delicious inch, he slides into my wet center. When his hips are finally flush against my ass, he stops and waits. I try to push back, but he holds me still.

“Not yet,” he instructs while his fingers trace over the curve of my spine. “Jesus, you’re perfect.”

Panting heavily, I can feel my breasts swaying and aching as he plays my body as expertly as someone would an instrument. Finally, he grips me and starts to move. Gradually at first, he pulls his cock from me, before he rocks forward, slamming back into me hard. I cry out and hold on to the comforter. Again, he stops, fully seated in my pulsating core. His fingers repeat their motion on my spine, flirting down my back, but this time, they don’t stop at the end of my tailbone. They continue their path to my ass and push against my rear entrance.

Before I can question or get comfortable with the notion, the fingers are gone, and he’s pulling out of me and slamming back inside, making me forget everything but the deep penetration of him at this angle.

“Oh fuck.” He grunts as he impales me over and over.

My whole body jerks forward with each strong thrust of those hips. Moaning and shoving my hips back against him, I find everything in my mind is gone. All thoughts have disappeared. In their place, pure instinct fills me with the need to fuck and demand to be fucked. Like an animal, I find myself thrusting back on the cock that is dominating my every feeling at this moment. When his finger returns to my ass, I feel the tip of it pushing inside, and all I can do is strain back against him harder.

Instead of being frightened, I’m even more turned on, knowing that I am giving him what he wants, and the thought of what he’s seeing as he fucks me and fingers my ass further seduces me.

“Gemma, your ass is so tight. It’s so fucking warm.”

He stills inside my soaked and well-used cunt as he leans over and grabs my hair. Jerking my head back, he makes me look at him over my shoulder. His eyes are almost glowing in the darkness, and the feral lust on his face ignites my own fever pitch desire. As he watches me, flexing his hips slightly, he pushes his finger deep inside me, and I scream out.

“Yes.” He groans and starts to fuck me again. “Yes, Gemma, I’m going to take you. I’m going to fuck your ass hard, and you’re going to love every fucking moment of it,” he promises darkly as he releases my hair.

My head falls forward, and I brace my hands on the bed as he hammers into my moist depths. Abruptly, he pulls out completely.

The shock and loss of his fullness makes me cry out. “Phillipe!”

There’s no response in the darkness, the only sounds coming from my harsh breathing. I can’t even hear him over my labored breaths, but then he’s back. His lips are against my ass cheek as his teeth nip and bite the tender skin there.

Making his way to my crack, his hands come up to grip both cheeks, pulling them apart to spread me wide. Ashamed but aroused, I groan and lower my head and upper body to the mattress, leaving my hips in the air. I’m on display, and he can see everything.

“Oh yes, you are fucking delicious,” he tells me before swiping his hot, wet tongue over my quivering hole.

“Oh god.” I gasp, feeling my pussy clench and gush.

“Ahh.” He chuckles sensually against my exposed flesh, his hot breath whispering across my most vulnerable skin. “You like that.” He states as he continues to swipe his moist tongue against me.

Closing my eyes, I try to forget what he is seeing and just go with the sensation. I feel one of his fingers right there beside his tongue, and as it pushes into my back passage, I find myself grinding back toward him. My body is greedy for anything he will give me.

“That’s right, Gemma, take my finger into you. Suck it in deep.”

His voice is as hypnotic as his finger and mouth. As he starts fucking me with his long digit, his mouth bites my ass cheek, as his tongue dips down to lick where his finger is penetrating me. I can hear my whimpers of pleasure and frustration, and I don’t even understand what it is I want.

More? Do I really want him to fuck me there? Where his finger is? These are the lust-crazed thoughts I’m having as a second finger pushes inside of me, stretching me wider. I wince through the bite of pain and concentrate on his mouth, focusing on my need to climax.

I’m so wet and achy that I feel like I’m going to soak the entire mattress. As his fingers continue to stretch me for his final penetration, his mouth moves down lower. Suddenly, his tongue is at my pussy, lapping up my juices. Furiously rocking my hips back, I fuck his face, pushing his tongue deeper into my hungry body, as his fingers thrust farther into my ass.

“Ahh…oh.” I moan. High on desire, I start begging. “Phillipe? Please. Phillipe!”

After a final lap on my slick folds, he drags his tongue up, flicking it across my hole that is currently stretched and I feel a third digit push in slowly.

I scream at the sharp sting of pain. “Fuck!”

When all three fingers are fully inside of me, he licks around them and bites my ass cheek hard.

“You ready, Gemma? Show me you’re ready,” he whispers against my flesh.

I think about how I am supposed to do that. As he leaves his fingers snug and still inside of me, my body begins to grow accustomed to the foreign feeling, and I find I have this insatiable need to move. Pushing back on his hand, I start to rock my hips against his fingers, and I can feel them moving in and out of me.

He curses darkly. “You’ve fucking destroyed me. First, she did, and now, you are.”

I don’t have a voice at this moment. Honestly, nothing in my brain is functioning, except my unanswered need, so I don’t answer him. He removes his fingers, and I whimper at the loss until I feel his throbbing tip resting against my now stretched hole.

Clutching my left hip with one hand, he strokes his other palm up my spine to my hair, gripping it tightly, and I wince at the pain. That sensation is quickly replaced when his cock pushes inside of me, and a burning sensation begins in my ass.

Biting my lip, I try to pull away.

He coaxes me softly. “Shh, Gemma. Concentrate on that juicy pussy of yours. Fight through the pain, and believe me, your body will explode from the pleasure.”

Taking a deep breath, I try to get use to the burn as he moves again, and I feel him slide farther into my back passage, stretching me even wider. When he pulls my hair hard, the delicious bite of pain surrounding me couples with the throbbing ache between my thighs.

Finally, after what seems like hours, I feel his hips against my ass, and I know he is firmly lodged deep inside of me. I’m so full of his cock that I can barely breathe without feeling him throb inside my body. Holding me steady, he waits motionless behind me, letting me grow accustomed to his girth.

My empty core clenches, trying to grasp onto something, anything, to ease the ache. When it clenches a second time, I groan and push back on him. He sucks in a deep breath before he leans down to reach under me, brushing a finger across my hard clit.

Screaming out his name, I feel the room start to spin as he bites my neck.

“It’s so fucking hot inside of you that I might have to just stay here.”

Moaning, delirious with my own pleasure, I know that I’m selling my soul to him at this very moment. I know I have passed the line from light to dark, but as I push back on him, feeling him rub my clit again, I find that I like it.

“How does it feel, Gemma?” he asks. He shifts his hips, gently thrusting his cock. “How does it feel, knowing my cock is inside your tight little ass? Do you know how it feels to me?”

I shake my head as he moves back, holding on to my hips.

“It makes me lose myself, Gemma. It makes me feel like I’ve crawled inside of you, and now, I have all of you. You’re mine.”

He pulls out of me and drives back inside roughly.

“Fuck!” I scream.

He starts to pound into me, fucking my ass relentlessly, as his fingers punish my hips. I know that I’ll have bruises tomorrow, but at this stage, I don’t care. I’m pushing back against him, loving the sinful feel of his cock every time he plunges deeper into my dark, hot hole.

“Yes, Gemma. Fuck me. Fuck me hard and make me forget.”

As I mindlessly obey, I know he’s not the only one forgetting. I’ve lost my mind. As his hand snakes around me, his fingers penetrate my pussy, and I’m crazed with lust. I bite my bottom lip to prevent an agonized scream, but I find I can’t hold it in.

“Now!” I demand hoarsely. “Now. Fuck, Phillipe! Now!”

Moving his hand, he pinches my clit hard and plows his cock into me. That’s when I feel it. His hot, sticky come shoots up inside of me, plunging into the deep, dark places clouding my very soul.

Phillipe is right. He now possesses me.

Phillipe wakes up an hour or so later to the melodic tune of Air running through his mind. In the darkness, he closes his eyes and feels her there. It’s almost as though he can smell her if he concentrates hard enough. Just close your eyes and think of her, he tells himself, but it isn’t as easy this time.

No, this time, a blonde with big guileless eyes, a perfect mouth, and a delicious ass keeps crashing into his thoughts. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tries to deny any kind of feelings he has for Gemma. There’s no room left in my heart for her. Is there?

Yes. I’m gone.

Phillipe’s eyes snap open, thinking he heard her. He swears he sees her when he calls her name. “Chantel?”

Hearing a shuffling sound over by the door, his eyes narrow as they try to adjust in the darkness afforded to him by the heavy drapes he pulled closed. There, on the floor by the locked door, is the figure of a woman.