His New Obsession

"Oh God," she breathed.

"Please. It's all I've thought about for a long time."

"You have to hold really, really still," he warned her. "Will you behave?"

She bit her lip and nodded, and then reached out for a condom, he took his dick in his hand and wore the condom on it.

But with her legs spread, with her practically whimpering from that kiss, he couldn't have stopped himself if he tried. And he definitely didn't want to try.

Holding himself, he pressed the head of his cock against her clit, brushing down past her entrance to her ass. She shivered in a way that told him she had no objection to that either, and he'd have to add that to the things he'd bitterly regret never having. He moved up, again grazing past her opening and up to her clit. She gave him an agonized expression and he wanted to kiss it right off her face—or come all over it, either one. After a few more passes, he couldn't wait any longer, he had to do it or he might actually die on the spot.

He leaned his forehead against hers, both of them looking down to watch as his tip pressed against her and slowly slipped inside. He stopped when the crest of his cock was in her, and then froze, muscles quivering.

Both of them just stared down at it, this impossible sight: Pedro inside of her.

"How does it feel?" she whispered.

"It feels…" his voice was barely more than a gasp at this point. "It feels like heaven."

She was so tight, her cunt squeezing his tip, and there were no words to describe what that wet, slippery skin was doing to him, because it was rewriting his mind and his soul, his future and his life. It was a sensation so base and primal, so delicious, that he would have killed to feel it, he would kill somebody right now if it meant he could have my dick inside this woman again.

One and a half inches of damnation, and all he could think about was sinking deeper into hell.

She rocked forward the tiniest bit, unable to help herself, greedy lamb, and he grabbed her neck, his legs shaking with the effort not to come from that single little movement alone.

"Stay the fuck still, or I'm going to come before I want to, and if that happens, then I will take you over my knee and spank your ass until you learn how to listen," he said sternly.

His command had the predictable effect of sending goose bumps rippling up her arms. Her breathing was loud and harsh sounding in the large room. "Fuck," she whispered. "Fuck. I—this—this is the hottest thing I've ever done."

Her moans were so sweet to his ears, it made him even harder.

When he was done,he led her to the bathroom she washed off the cum on her body and he lifted her to the bed , resting her head on his chest patting her back till she slept.

Waking up on his bed, her mind went back to everything that happened on that bed the previous night.

"Good morning, My little angel" Pedro said coming out from the bathroom with his towel round his waist and water dripping from his hair. He was so beautiful she couldn't get her eyes off him.

"Good morning sir",she said

"You should stop calling me 'sir' , you know my name" he said while trying to avoid eye contact with her.

"I have a meeting by 10am, I need to get going , you can call Isabella if you need anything" he said.

While he was dressing up , she couldn't get her eyes off him , her body wanted him again.

"My angel, do you want know, you know you can have me anytime you want right?, Get ready befor I come back okay" he kissed her forehead and walked out of the room.

She got the courage to go take her bath, went downstairs, her food was already on the table waiting for her to come down. She quickly digged into the food, she was so tired from the previous night.

She couldn't stop thinking about Pedro and the previous night ectasy no matter how much she tried.

Could be this love?

What about his wife?