Dirty Obsession (The Ravenhead Corporation Book One)

by Crimson Syn

  He wrapped his hand around the nape of my neck and brought me forward, pressing his forehead against mine. “This is everything. You mean everything.”

  “How can you be so sure? You just met me. You have no idea who I am.”

  “I know enough. I know how sweet your voice sounds when it whispers my name, I know how you whimper as you cum for me, I know you like me…this. Whatever this is. You love it as much as I do, you love the thrill, if not, then what the hell are you doing here?”

  I shook my head and pulled away. “You’re crazy.”

  He nodded. “Yeah, you could say I am. But it’s because of you, you’ve made me this way. So figure out a way to handle it because I’m not planning on letting you go anytime soon.”

  “Drake, please.” I glanced around the room and I gripped her chin, forcing her to look at me. Only me.

  “If I could, I’d destroy him. I’d hurt him for every damned word he’s ever said to you. For ever making you feel less than what you are. You’re fucking smart, and sweet, and so very beautiful.”

  His earnest response made my heart accelerate. He definitely knew what to say and do to make a woman fall so deep, I was falling so deep, I’m not sure I even knew how to stop.

  I looked up at him, my eyes searching his soulful gaze. “I’m not sure if I could believe just yet.”

  “I will never hurt you, Cassandra. I may act crazy for you, but that’s not what I’m about. And I’ll never want you to lose yourself for me. I love how you are.”

  I tried turning my head away but he held firmly onto my chin, tugging me forward. “I want you to be mine,” he growled against my lips. “I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you.”

  His voice shook as he spoke and I felt his need rise up. I gasped as his hand found his way along my bare leg once again. Our breathing mingling as his fingertips slid into the seam of my panty line touching my bare pussy lips for the first time. I nearly cried out as his fingertips lingered along my wet lips.

  “Drake,” I whispered and he hushed me.

  “Hush now, my sweet girl. I just want to make you feel good. Daddy wants to feel how this pretty pussy cums all over his hand.”

  “Ohhhh,” I breathed as his head dipped to my neck, licking and nibbling along the curve of it as his fingers found my clit, circling it slowly, playing and teasing it.

  My fingers grabbed the napkin, clutching it as if it were a lifeline. I leaned forward, my thighs spreading for him as I tried to keep my hips from humping at his hand.

  “You like my hands on you, sweet girl? You like Daddy taking advantage of your tight little cunt?”

  “My God,” I breathed as his words took me away into a dirty little fantasy. But this time it was real, it was all real, and the man of my fantasies was running his fingers across my pussy and dipping into my entrance as I kept myself from screaming out his name.

  The food came out and I tried closing my legs again, only to have him pry them open. I pressed the napkin to my lips, keeping my shaky breaths from being heard as his finger didn’t miss a beat. Curling up inside of me just as my plate was being placed in front of me. I managed to smile at the waiter and whisper a thank you before he left. I wondered if he could smell my arousal as he stood there.

  As soon as he left, Drakes fingering intensified. I hung my head and gripped at his jacket sleeve as he continued to finger me under the table. He leaned into me and his warm breath lingered on my neck. As he bit down on my earlobe, I pressed the napkin to my mouth, keeping my whimpering to a bare minimum.

  “Your pussy contracts so sweetly for me,” he mumbled into my ear. “I bet you want to cum for me, don’t you?”

  I nodded quickly, gripping onto his jacket as I turned slightly toward him. His lips brushed against mine and I suddenly yearned to feel them pressed to mine.

  “Kiss me,” I whispered, but he shook his head.

  “Cum for me,” he answered. He slammed his fingers into my center and kneaded my swollen pussy, grinding it against his palm as I slammed my forehead to his shoulder and bit down on the lapel of his jacket as I came undone for him. My legs shook as he gently glided his fingers up my lips and twirled against my sensitive clit, bringing forth shivers of pleasure. I cried out softly and he kissed my cheek as he gently slid his hand away from my dripping core.

  I straightened in my seat and watched him as he took his fingers and lightly sucked on them, closing his eyes as he did so. “Fuck, you taste like heaven, baby girl.”

  I watched in shock as he licked my creaminess off his hand and then he winked at me and nodded towards my dinner plate. “It’s getting cold, sweetheart. Eat.”

  “You’re unbelievable,” I muttered.

  He smirked. “That’s nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you,” he took a sip of his wine and watched me. His dark eyes running down to my breasts and lingering there for a moment before he leaned forward and cut a piece of my steak. He tipped the fork toward my lips and I slowly opened my mouth, allowing him to feed me.

  “You’ll learn that I only want to give you pleasure, baby girl. I’m only here to give you that and so much more.”

  He swiped his thumb across my bottom lip and tipped my chin toward him. “So beautiful,” he murmured and then went back to eating as if nothing had just transpired between us. As if he hadn’t just made me cum for him in public.

  I chewed slowly on my steak, watching him over the rim of my wine glass as I took a long sip. Pressing my thighs together, I swallowed, still feeling his lingering touch on my skin. Everything I had told myself before leaving my place had literally gone to hell as soon as his hands were on me. I was helpless in his embrace and God help me, I wanted everything he was promising and more.

  9

  Cassandra

  He hadn’t called or texted in days. I was actually getting worried that something might have happened to him. I didn’t him well enough, but I didn’t think he was the type to disappear like that. Him not being there did make me doubt. Maybe he got tired of me. Maybe he just didn’t want me anymore. The series of thoughts made me heavy-hearted. I seriously must be crazy to want him to come back. His obsession with me was unnerving, yet I found myself craving his attention.

  Stepping out of the bathtub, I wrapped myself in a soft white robe. I dipped down, swinging my hair forward and wrapped a smaller towel around my head. I looked at my face in the mirror. I was a simple girl, some may even think I was pretty, but I never felt like he made me feel. He made me feel beautiful. Wanted. I shook my head as I stared at my reflection.

  “Stupid girl. What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?”

  As I came out into the bedroom, there was a harsh knock at the door. I sighed and made my way down the hallway, toward the door. The loud banging started again and I hesitated.

  “Who is it?”

  “Open the door, Cassandra!”

  His deep voice resonated through me. A deep thrill taking over.

  “I know you’re in there,” he stated from the opposite end. “Open the door, baby girl. I need to see you.”

  “Drake, it’s late,” I pressed my hand to the door, fighting the urge to give in.

  “Open the door, baby girl. I just want to see you and then I’ll leave. I promise.”

  He wouldn’t dare go further than that, would he? Who was I kidding, of course he’d dare. I pressed my forehead against the door and I could sense his powerful presence on the other side. Staring at the lock, I contemplated on whether or not I should open it.

  Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and made a quick decision. Sliding the chain from the door, I slid the locks open one by one. It felt like an eternity before I was able to get them all unlocked.Tentatively, almost afraid, I opened the door for him. He stood there, one arm extended, leaning against the doorframe, his head hung low, his tie hanging loosely in disarray. As soon as our eyes met I knew that my life was about to change. His hungry glare consumed me and his deep guttural growl ran through me, mak
ing me shiver in need.

  He came at me like a man who had one sole purpose in life. To dominate, to control, to own me. I stepped back as he started to stalk me into the room, slamming the door shut behind him. I took him in for a moment. Tonight, he was wearing another expensive, sharp, black suit. He looked like he hadn’t slept. His hair was all mussed, and his dark beard looked like it hadn’t been trimmed in days. He looked rough and rugged, and good enough to eat which made me weak-kneed. The air was suddenly sucked out of the room as we stared at each other for a long drawn out moment and then I turned, and I ran. I don’t know why I did, I wanted him as much as he did me, but his feral glare scared me. I made it ro the entrance of my bedroom before he grabbed me by my robe, and dragged me back against his chest.

  “Drake,” I whispered breathlessly. Half scared yet half aroused.

  “Why are you running, baby girl?” He nuzzled my neck, his ragged breathing, sending chills down my spine. I looked down as his hands wrapped around my waist, his long fingers slowly undoing the belt of my robe. I felt him take in a sharp breath as the cloth parted and he realized I was naked underneath the soft, thick cotton. His hands shook slightly as they glided up my thighs, up along my soft belly, and molded to my curves. His heated touch making me shake against him. His fingertips grazed my nipples and I moaned leaning my head back against his warm chest.

  “Is it really you?” I half whispered and half moaned as I melted into him.

  “It’s me, baby girl. It’s all me, beautiful.” He groaned as he cupped my breasts, pulling at the tips. His lips grazed my neck and his beard slid along my soft flesh making me whimper.

  His hands went up to my shoulders, pushing off the robe so it pooled at my feet and I stood completely naked before him. He hugged me tightly to him, and I could feel his hard shaft pressed against the small of my back.

  I turned my head slightly, feeling the press of his lips against my temple. “Drake,” I whispered needily.

  He started to walk us over to the bed, turning me around, he sat me down. He slowly opened his black suit jacket, undoing his silk tie, and opening the first few buttons of his shirt. He was still dressed, yet he aroused all my senses.

  His hand slid to his belt and my eyes stayed glued to the front of his pants as he dragged down his zipper and ever so slowly pulled out his big and swollen cock. His hand gripped it tightly and began to stroke it as he watched me.

  “I’m going to coat every fucking inch of you with me,” he whispered huskily, making me clench my thighs in deep arousal.

  A creamy drop of his juice seeped out and he slowly rubbed it along the head of his dick. He was a large man, long and thick, with throbbing veins that ran up along his base. My mouth watered as I had this urge to run my tongue along the ridges, tasting him. As I stared at him, my breath became ragged and my pussy eager to please him.

  He gripped my chin and tilted my head up to meet his eyes. “Suck on it.”

  He traced my bottom lip making me catch my breath. “Suck on it hard. Suck on it like you said you would. Like it’s the last thing you ever want to taste.”

  I whimpered and leaned in, gripping his thighs and pulling him forward. I had this deep need to give him the pleasure he desired. I pressed my lips to it, grazing it gently, teasing the tip. I pressed my cheek to the warm velvety feel of him, my breath tickling him.

  “Fuck, baby girl,” he growled and twisted my hair in his fist. He gripped his cock and rubbed it along my lips. I opened my mouth eagerly, moaning as he slid through my lips. I made sure my tongue licked his underside and he jerked into me, making me gag as his swollen head reached the back of my throat.

  “Ugh, fuck. You’re better than a fucking fantasy.” I jerked his cock as I slurped and sucked on him. My tongue rolling against his throbbing veins, tracing each ridge, tasting his sweet juice. Every once in a while, I’d pop his cock out of my mouth, loving how he groaned for me. I moaned around him, enjoying his guttural noises of pleasure. As he continued to groan for me I kept kissing and slurping on his member, enticing his need. He pulled me off him and I suddenly found myself lying flat on my back, my legs spread wide for him.

  He stood between my legs, stripping off his jacket and slowly unbuttoning his shirt. I gasped as his torso was revealed to me, tattoos lining his broad chest, rippling as he knelt before me. His hungry eyes stared up at me and he smiled wickedly as he stuck his tongue out and slowly licked at my folds. I mewled and squirmed beneath him.

  “Say it. I want to hear you say it.”

  I stared down at him as he teased me with his breath. I knew what he wanted me to say. He wanted to be my fantasy. He wanted me to be his and as the words left my mouth, I realized it could be. The fantasy could be real.

  “More, Daddy. I want more.”

  I raised my hips and he grabbed me by the ass, holding me up as his mouth consumed my pussy. His tongue dragging through my moist folds, rubbing along my entrance, rimming me with pressured circular motions. I gripped the pillows above me, my right leg shaking incessantly as he gave me the sweetest pleasure.

  “Oh my God, Drake!!” I cried out as his lips gripped my clit. He sucked me in and my body lifted, my legs spreading wider, giving him more access to me. Giving him, me.

  “Drake! Oh, Daddy, God yes!” I cried out as his tongue started to fuck my hole. His finger gliding into me. One then two as he flicked my clit. My body arched back, needing him to claim me.

  “I’m gonna cum, baby! God, you’re gonna make me cum!”

  He didn’t stop and instead he clamped his lips down onto my clit, pulling on it, his teeth slightly grazing it. I screamed, bucking up at his face. He sucked and licked and slurped my cream as I came undone for him. He was fucking real, and he was fucking mine.

  I gripped his face, tugging him off me and pulling him up over my body. I needed to feel his warmth, the weight of him against my naked skin, his chest rubbing against my nipples. He crawled up slowly, chuckling as I desperately wrapped my legs around him. I grinded my drenched pussy against the front of his suit pants, feeling his thick bulge against my bare mound, loving the feel of him in my arms.

  “You need Daddy, kitten?”

  “So much, Daddy. I need you so much.” He stroked my cheek as he gazed down on me.

  “I fucking want you,” he whispered huskily as he nuzzled my neck. His hands sliding between us, yanking his pants down and off. I sighed as he slid his hard-naked body onto my soft, curvy frame. I shook in his arms as he shifted against me, his cock sliding through my pussy lips.

  I sighed and mewled in his arms. “Take me, Drake. Make me yours.”

  He growled and perched his dick at my entrance. The heat of him making me tingle. I looked up into his eyes and gave him what I knew had brought him to me in the first place. I gave him my words and I begged. “Do it. Fuck me. Please. I need to feel you inside of me.”

  He held my gaze as his hips thrusted into me, his cock finally entering my body in one deliciously slow glide. My toes curled, my legs lifted, and my back arched as he stretched me around his girth.

  “Fuuuck,” he growled and started to fuck me. “You needed Daddy’s cock, didn’t you baby girl?”

  “Uh-huh. Yes,” my voice trembled as I answered and his thrusts became harder. There was no going slow or being gentle, he wanted me to feel him the next day. His hips slammed against me, his balls slapping my ass, my wet pussy eagerly clinging to his cock. I had wanted him for too long, and I wasn’t going to deny him anything.

  I cried out, gripping onto him as he knelt up and grinded his hips against me, his cock buried deep inside of me. He gripped my hips, lifting them and rubbing my pussy along his thick muscle, raising my hips so my cunt would rub along his abs leaving traces of my cream on him. My legs trembled as he coated himself in my pussy juice.

  “I want to smell like you,” he growled and circled my clit with his thumb. My body lifted in ecstasy and grabbing my waist, he sat me up onto his lap. The motion made his cock go deeper
, hitting my cervix.

  “Bounce on it. Bounce on Daddy’s cock,” his husky tone and his dirty words were driving me over the edge and I fucked him with wild abandon, not caring about anything but the pleasure.

  “Ohhhh yes! Yes, fuck!” I bounced on his cock, lifting up and clenching my cunt on him and then dropping on to his lap. The wet slap of my pussy as it engulfed him made us both groan. He kneaded my ass, spreading my cheeks and guiding me on his long, thick dick. I leaned forward, my body lighting up as his hands held and groped me. He spanked me, hard, a deep heat resonating through my body-pulling the flesh as I continued to fuck him.

  “Yes!” I rode him hard, my tits bouncing in his face. He stuck his tongue out, flicking my nipples as they jiggled on my chest. He spanked me again making my pussy clench.

  “Drake!” My needy little moans made him throw me back. Holding himself above me, he started to plunge into me. I cried out as my orgasm hit me at full force. Sweeping through my legs and making me clench down onto his throbbing cock.

  He roared and his thrusts became urgent and wild. He grabbed my waist, stopping me from sliding further up the bed. His dick swelled as he took me hard and deep. He looked down at me and I screamed again as my body convulsed on his cock. My pussy milking his dick, clenching and unclenching as strong spurts of his hot cum streamed into my womb.

  “Drake,” I breathed in his ear and he turned his head, capturing my lips in his mouth. His hips continued to rock into me as my body slowly went limp beneath him. His kiss was deep, sweet and languid.

  “You’re fucking perfect, baby girl.” He growled and bit down on my breasts and collarbone. I curved my back and giggled.

  “You’re amazing,” I meant every word.

  “Baby girl, saying you’re amazing is an understatement.” He slowly slid out of me, and I whimpered, instantly missing him inside of me. “Come here,” He scooped me up and settled me alongside his broad frame. I curled up into him, enjoying his warmth.