An Innocent Obsession Read Online Jessa Kane

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
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When he brings his erection into view, full to bursting in a tight fist, a sob is wrenched out of me, my fingers flying to my nipples. Playing with them in a way I never found necessary before, but I can’t help it. I can’t stop touching my body. It’s coming alive and I’m suddenly on the verge of extinction unless Clarke touches me. Uses me. Makes love to me. The secret place between my legs is pulsing, growing more and more damp. It hurts. Doesn’t want to be empty anymore.

“Please,” I whimper, arching my back and pinching my nipples, hoping to entice him. “Please take the ache away.”

“Jesus,” he groans, licking his lips, his fist traveling up and down the turgid flesh that juts from between his thighs. “You’re a revelation. How have you managed to remain untouched this long?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I mean, how have you reached nineteen without a man taking you for his own? Many must have tried to touch what’s mine before I could find you, Emery. You’re not just smart and sweet, you’re too goddamn beautiful for this earth.”

“Oh. Thank you.” My cheeks feel flush. “I guess that’s why my friend Karen didn’t think I’d be safe on my own in New York. She made me cover my hair every day and wear clothes that didn’t fit. Until this morning, anyway.” I smile. “Today was the first time I’ve worn a dress since…since I can remember.”

“I owe her a great debt,” I say, shaking my head and looking her over, top to bottom. “How will I control myself?”

I open my knees wider on the edge of the bed. “You don’t have to.”

Moisture spurts from the top of Clarke’s arousal and drips down his wrist. Before I can throw myself to the floor and lick up every blessed drop, Clarke steps closer, closer, resting his gigantic manhood on my belly. His thumb tugs down my chin, leaving my mouth open for the invasion of his tongue and he tucks it deep, so deep between my lips. Claiming me, stroking our tongues together in a manner that speaks of promises.

Maybe even something more.

By the time he lets me breathe, I’ve created a damp spot on the bedspread. I’m shameless and I don’t have the capacity to care anymore. I can only stare adoringly into the eyes of the man I love to the point of obsession and let him dictate to me. I’m his to command. His. His. His. His. His.

“Did you like that kiss, Emery?”

“Yes.”

His fingers tighten on my chin. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I gasp, a sense of completion crashing down on me. “I love your kisses.”

“Good girl. Now lie back so I can give you the same kiss to your pretty cunt.”

I don’t so much lie back as I do fall, my body having gone boneless. My dreams are coming true, right in the very bed where I’ve imagined them all. If I’ve fantasized so much and so often about Clarke that I’ve disappeared into one of my dreams, I never want to wake up.

One second later, I realize I knew nothing about fantasies. Clarke’s tongue jiggling the nub of flesh between my folds is an explosion of sensation I never could have imagined in all my fevered ideas of sex. Within moments, I’m on the verge of an orgasm, simply from knowing my beloved’s mouth is there. On my female flesh. The place I’ve touched time and time again while thinking of his big body rocking above me. But my climax is beautifully thwarted when he begins to lick every slick fold with harsh growls, tucking his tongue inside me and twisting, twisting, using his thumb on my clitoris at the same time. My hands tear at the comforter and I cry out like an untamed animal, begging and whining and babbling.

His hands slide beneath me and grip the cheeks of my bottom, holding me like a feast of which he’s the only diner. True to his word, he kisses the lips between my legs the same way he kissed my mouth, tilting his head to the right and working his tongue in and out, in and out, until my hips are writhing on the bedclothes and my thighs are shaking violently where he’s rested them on his broad shoulders.

“Daddy!”

My sob of his title makes Clarke pause in his torture—and then he’s looming above me, his roar still echoing in the air. He clasps his hands around my waist and drags me to the center of the bed, his thick sex bobbing between us like a warning. An inevitability.

“Christ. I can’t wait any longer, angel,” he grits out, settling himself between my thighs. “The taste of you has broken me. Open wide and let Daddy give Emery her first fuck.”

I raise my hands up above my head, crossing my wrists together. And I spread my legs as far open as they can go. Just like I’ve always been inside my own mind, I’m his dutiful little girl and I want nothing more in this world than to make Daddy happy. “I’ll take all of you. Every inch, even if it hurts,” I whisper. “I was born to give you pleasure, Daddy. Take it.”


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