HER DARKEST OBSESSION

Tell Me You Want This!

Chapter Two:

Bridget

"Do you want me, Bridget Marino?" He asked, puzzled by my action.

"I want you to f**k me, that all okay?" I said with no emotion in my voice.

"No, there has to be some other reason you're doing this."

I straddled him again, falling onto his throbbing c**k and moaning at how good it felt now that the barrier was removed.

He guides his hand to my neck, and he squeezes it gently.

“Good boy,” I cooed, ignoring his questions as I tried not to come undone in front of him. I was in control.

"This is just business!" I said as coldly as possible.

“This is so wrong. I don't want this or you. " You’re never going to get away with this,” he cursed, and I laughed.

“f**k, you’re so huge,” I moaned, rubbing my wet p***y up and down his shaft as he tried not to give in to the sensation.

“Want to know how good I feel? How tight am I?” I asked, barely coherent as the pleasure took over.

Jayden’s breath quickened, his eyes filled with a mix of panic and reluctant arousal as he looked up into my eyes and then away. His hands gripped the bed, his muscles tense and untensing beneath me. I could see the conflict in his eyes, the struggle between his desire to resist and the physical reactions his body couldn’t ignore.

"Stop pretending you don’t want this,” I said, my voice a mix of taunting and sultry as I grabbed his face, forcing him to look at me. I increased the pressure of my movements, feeling every inch of him pressing against me.

“You know you want to feel every bit of me.”

“No, Bridget,” he muttered, his voice hoarse with frustration. “This isn’t who I am. I won’t let you use me like this.”

"Shhh! Just take me, Jayden, you want me...your body doesn't lie."

I smiled at his defiance, even as I continued my relentless movements. “You’re here because of your sister. If you really care about her, then you’ll do as I say. Or maybe you’ll just have to accept the consequences.”

His expression hardened, and for a moment, it seemed like he might give in. Then, as if drawing strength from somewhere deep inside, he shook his head.

“I won’t let you win. I won’t become what you want me to be.”

"You mean becoming my s*x slave? You will and you will love every minute of it!"

You could cut the tension between us with a dull rusty knife. I could feel his resistance, his internal battle, even as his body betrayed him. His hands gripped my hips, his touch firm but not aggressive.

I leaned closer, whispering in his ear, “The choice is yours. Do you want to be a hero for your sister, or do you want to lose everything for your pride?”

Jayden’s eyes flickered with hopelessness and a hint of vulnerability. He was torn, caught between his desire to protect his sister and the humiliation of his current predicament. As I continued to ride him, his resolve seemed to waver, but his face remained a mask of defiance.

“Just remember,” I said softly, my tone now tinged with a hint of satisfaction, “Whatever happens next is on you. You’re the only one that has to live with your choices.”

"I want to save my sister" he grunted as I took him deeper, his eyes glossing over as he let the sensation take him.

I looked at him, our eyes locking. His gaze was filled with a desperate plea, silently begging me to stop. “I know you know this is wrong,” he whispered, searching my eyes for any sign of my humanity.

Damn, he was so f*****g fine, I thought, taking in his chiseled jaw, white teeth, and baby-blue eyes. My p***y clenched at the sight.

"I've never actually done this before," he admitted, shame flickering in his eyes.

"I know," I whispered, gently cupping his face. "Just follow my lead, and it'll be okay."

“No you don't understand, I don't want to do this not with you."

"We are doing this Jayden, now stop being a big baby," I said, annoyed.

" This isn't you,” he said softly, cupping my face gently and staring into my eyes. As he drew closer, my heart began to race, and he wasn’t helping his case.

“You know nothing about me, Jayden,” I said, before kissing him, running my hand through his hair and grabbing it hard, tilting his head slightly to gain better access.

He grunted, opening his mouth, and allowing me to explore his sweet tongue. I drew closer, and he instinctively wrapped his large arm around my small frame, trying to steady me.

“I can’t believe I’m kissing him,” I thought, as I continued to make out with him. The sensation was overwhelming—every touch was pure bliss. I reached for his c**k, and before he could protest, I slid it inside me and pushed it in deep.

“f**k!” he cried out as I took him all the way in, trying hard not to buck his hip into it.

His big ocean-blue eyes plead with mine hazel ones.

“You feel so good,” I said, moaning as I threw my head back and rode him fast, pushing him in deep, taking the opportunity to savor how good his c**k felt inside me.

He tensed as his c**k grew harder.

"Tell me you want this, that you need to be inside me." I urged him, softy, my mind became jumbled at his mere touch, he didn't know what he was doing to me as every time he touched my body it sent shockwaves through me.

He filled me completely, as a shiver of pleasure coursed through my body again. Jayden's groans were a mix of frustration and reluctant pleasure, his grip tightening around me as if trying to hold onto some semblance of control. His face was a canvas of conflicted emotions—pleasure, anger, and despair all mingled together.

It excited me.

“Why do you keep fighting it?” I taunted, my voice breathy as he tried again to create distance between our bodies. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

He looked up at me, his baby blue eyes pleading. “Bridget, please... you don’t have to do this. You know it’s wrong. You’re better than this.”

I could feel his c**k throbbing inside me, the sensation making me moan in response. His words, though filled with pain, only added to my twisted pleasure. I rode him slowly, savoring the way he reacted to every movement.

“You think you know me so well?” I said, leaning closer to him, my lips brushing against his ear. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I am twisted. But right now, you’re exactly where I want you.”

He shuddered, trying to resist the sensations coursing through him, but his body betrayed him. His hands gripped my hips tightly, pulling me closer, as if trying to find some kind of solace in the connection between us.

I continued to ride him, each movement deliberate and calculated. His resolve seemed to weaken with every thrust, his groans becoming more frequent and less controlled. Despite his protests, he was responding to me, and it only fueled my determination.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice strained. “This isn’t right, but... I can’t stop.”

I smirked at his admission, enjoying the power I had over him. “No, you can’t. And you know why? I won't let you."

I increased the rhythm, pushing him closer to the edge. His breathing became ragged, his hands clutching me desperately as he fought against his own pleasure.

“You’re almost there,” I whispered, my breath hot against his ear. “Just let go. Let yourself feel everything I’m giving you.”

As the tension built, Jayden’s resistance seemed to crumble. His body tensed beneath me, his groans turning into gasps as he neared his climax. I could feel him struggling to maintain control, his emotions a whirlwind of frustration and desire.

Finally, as he reached the brink, I could sense his surrender. His body tensed one last time before he let out a cry of release. I followed soon after, feeling the intensity of our connection peak in a climactic wave.