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- OBSESSION
- ALPHAHOLES #1
- GEMMA WEIR
- CONTENTS
- WARNING
- PROLOGUE
- THE BEGINNING
- STARLING
- THREE YEARS EARLIER
- SEBASTIAN
- STARLING
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- STARLING
- THE BEGINNING OF THE END.
- STARLING
- TWO AND A HALF YEARS LATER
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- EPILOGUE
- ONE MONTH LATER
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- ALSO BY GEMMA WEIR
- OTHER AUTHORS AT HUDSON INDIE INK
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SEBASTIAN
Rolling off Starling, I flop into a boneless heap on the mattress beside her. My dick actually feels chaffed from the amount of sex we’ve had tonight, but I don’t care. She offered herself to me for the night. She gave herself to me, because no matter what she says, or how hard she fights, she’s mine, and no one will ever make her feel or react the way I do.
After I got her off in the shower, I ate her pussy for nearly an hour, making her come again and again until she begged for my cock. When I finally gave it to her, it was with her face to the comforter, her hair in my fist and her ass in the air. After the fourth or fifth round, she fell asleep and I woke her up with my dick, rolling her to the side and lifting one leg while I fucked her. I haven’t let her clean up since and right now her pussy is a sopping mess of my cum. I’ve lost count of how many pictures I’ve taken of her cunt overflowing with me.
She hasn’t mentioned us using condoms, but we haven’t been careful, I love seeing the mess I’ve made of her too much to ever use anything. Twisting to the side, I take in her ravished appearance. Her neck and breasts are coated in bite marks and hickeys. Her nipples are swollen and red from me sucking on them and her cunt is puffy and so fucking well used she’s going to feel me for days.
I want her again, but honestly, I’m not sure I can get another erection even if I wanted to. Her eyes are closed and her chest is moving rhythmically up and down, I’ve fucked her into an exhausted stupor. Grabbing my cell, I turn on my camera and take a picture of her, naked, well used and fucked beyond exhaustion. Switching to video, I pan it up and down her body, zooming in on her kiss-swollen lips, her nipples, the hickeys on the inside of her thighs and finally her cunt and tight asshole.
Like this, ravished and exhausted, she’s utter perfection and now all I need is for her to open her eyes and tell me she loves me. She’s not there yet, but tonight has pushed her a massive step closer to my ultimate goal.
The sun is just starting to peek over the horizon as I grab my clothes and force myself to slip from her bed. I don’t want to leave. I want to take her to my room, slide my cock into her and chain her to me, but I tried that and it didn’t work. I need her to wake up alone. I need her to question why I’m not there, to feel sad, to crave me and my touch, my cock and my attention. Her body will remind her of me with every step, but I want her thoughts to be consumed by me too.