Her Revenge; Their Obsession

The Moment That Wasn't Ours Alone

CHAPTER 6

Ryan's POV

Love, what are you doing?” I asked, noticing her trembling body in front of my laptop.

She flinched, turning around with wide eyes that glistened with anxiety. I wondered what she must be thinking about.

I dropped the mug in hand on the table, still waiting for her response.

“Nothing, I just got bored while waiting for you,” she said, pacing away from my study table.

I wasn't sure what it was about her right now but I could tell something bothered her.

“Come to daddy,” I stretched a hand forward, fixing my eyes on the sexy slope of her body.

I'd been yearning to touch her all day. Hell, I could hardly focus on business meetings because images of her boobs kept coming to mind.

Clara catwalked towards me, her blue orbs sparkling with innocence– a sharp contrast to the things I planned to do to her.

She stood close to me and stretched hand circled her close to me, pressing those soft boobs against my shirt.

Fuck.

She was so warm.

I peered down at her, my eyes welling up with lust. For a woman, she was tall. But in my arms, she was short. The height difference between us both was significant.

Her trembling body seemed to relax into me and that made me feel at ease.

“You do recall why I'd call you here right?” I ask in a low voice that made her cheeks flush red.

It was a custom on our anniversary night for me to always pleasure her before the group s*x. But as usual, Clara was playing ignorant. She always liked me reminding her about things and I was more than happy to do so.

My free hand cupped one of her breath and a gasp escaped her lips, “Ryan…”

“Love, it's our anniversary night. And all I want do is…” I squeezed her boobs, drawing my fingers to pinch her n****e.

She whimpered so softly that it disappeared as fast as it came.

“Pleasure you until you come. I've missed seeing your face when orgasm rips through that p***y. You'd love that, right?” I asked, and her lips quivered with another whimper.

She melted into my arm, biting hard on her lips as I fondled her n*****s. The hand around her waist dropped down to her ass and I struck a palm against that perfectly round flesh.

She yelled, her eyes dilating with desire.

I pinched her ass and she shrieked, “Ah–”

“Love, you didn't answer.” I reminded her, loving how her body shuddered against mine.

Clara had always been that woman who never admitted to what she truly felt and I understood her well. I also liked the chase, the tease, the will to make her yearn. It was why I was so addicted to the way she reacted to me– that alone had my c**k straining against my zippers.

“I–I don't think I want that,” She replied breathlessly, even though she tilted her back forwards, wanting my hand to continue fondling her boobs.

Typical Clara.

“Are you sure? Your body seems to love what I'm doing to you,” I smirked, moving my hand on her ass to the under curve, cupping a handful.

She gasped, taking steady breaths to fight back her moan.

“I–I…”

“Yes Love? Tell me you hate this and I'll stop,” I suggested, even though I knew I'd be doing the exact opposite.

Her hands pressed against my chest, her breaths increasing by the second, making her boobs move up and down.

My c**k twitched at the sight and I felt resistance slipping through me but I wasn't going to let Clara win this.

I squeezed her ass and fondled her n*****s at the same time and a shuddery breath escaped her lips.

When I suddenly freed her from my grip, her eyes widened with shock and a flicker of disappointment.

I fixed my hands in my pants, “I took your silence as a yes.”

The words had barely left my lips when she pulled my head into her face with her sweaty hands, kissing me hungrily.

My hands found their way to her waist and we slowly started moving till we both crashed on the bed. Then I broke the kiss. We panted heavily as we looked into each other's eyes and then I rose up, pulling her along to sit up.

I took a seat behind her, circling a hand around her neck while my tongue nibbled on her earlobe. She moaned softly, “That..that feels so good.”

I slowly slid my other hand down her body, stopping at the band of her shorts. My fingers slipped in and her hot folds greased my hands with her juice.

“You naughty girl. Look how wet you are for daddy,” I whispered in her ears, watching her eyes flutter closed as she exhaled.

I made lines down her folds, watching her thighs clench to trap my fingers. That action made my c**k twitch, begging to be freed but I wasn't going to f**k her until she came in my hand.

My fingers rubbed her c**t and the moan she'd been holding back tore through her throat, “f**k. Ryan!”

“Yes, love. Call my name,” I whispered, sucking on her neck.

She leaned into me, pressing her back against my c**k and that kind of pressure only teased me. My fingers slid up and down her folds, her breath hitched.

I slid two thick digits into her entrance and she gasped from pleasure.

“Ryan, Ry– mmmhmm,” She moaned, her core tightening around my fingers.

“Good girl. Keep moaning my name like that and you'll come in no time,” I edged her, now thrusting in and out.

The sloppy sounds of my hands moving in and out echoed through the room, alongside her ragged breaths.

She moaned, one of her hand gripping onto the sheets while the other was around my neck, like she was trying to tell me not to stop.

I curled my fingers inside and she whimpered loudly, “s**t, your fingers–mhmm, they're so thick,” She closed her eyes as the words escaped her lips.

My thrusting increased as I finger-f****d her, watching her writhing from pleasure in my arms. She gasped, her eyes rolling back–a heads up that her orgasm was on its way.

“Ryan, f**k…don't, don't stop!” She cried out.

Right after that, her body collapsed as her core jerked with pleasure. Her folds spasmed while her chest heaved as orgasm ripped through her.

“You have no idea how gorgeous you look when I make you come,” I muttered, taking in her flushed face.

“Amazing,” A voice suddenly said from the door, distracting me.