Reclaimed Obsession

Chapter 3

Ace

Lena grabbed my wrist and pulled me through the dimly lit hallway of the cheap motel she had already reserved.

The keycard beeped and the door clicked shut behind us. Before I could even think about turning on the light, she shoved me against the wall.

“Stop thinking, Ace,” she growled against my mouth.

Her hands were already working my belt open. The moment my trousers dropped, she wrapped her fingers around my throbbing cock and squeezed just hard enough to make my knees buckle.

“Fuck…” I hissed, the same electric pain-pleasure shooting straight to my balls.

She stroked me slowly, spreading the precum down my shaft. “Still so fucking hard for me. Even after all these years. Your wife must not be doing her job.”

“Don’t—” I started, but she cut me off by dropping to her knees.

Lena looked up at me with those green eyes that used to own me. Without breaking eye contact, she dragged her tongue from the base of my cock all the way to the swollen head.

“Shit, Lena…”

She hummed around the head before sucking me into her hot, wet mouth. The suction was brutal. Her tongue swirled, her cheeks hollowed, and she took me deeper until I hit the back of her throat.

I groaned. My hand fisted in her hair on instinct as my hips jerked forward.

She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. “That’s it. Fuck my mouth, Ace. Like you used to.”

I couldn’t hold back. I thrust into her throat, watching her eyes water, watching her take every inch like she was made for it.

The sounds were filthy… gagging, slurping, my heavy breathing.

Every time I pulled back she chased me, moaning around my thickness until my balls tightened dangerously.

I yanked her up before I could come down her throat.

“Bed,” I croaked.

Lena laughed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She stripped as she walked, peeling off her top, kicking away her jeans, unhooking her bra.

By the time she reached the bed she was completely naked, tits full and heavy, nipples already tight. She crawled onto the mattress on all fours, ass up, looking back at me over her shoulder.

“Come and take what’s yours.”

I kicked off the rest of my clothes and followed her like a man possessed. My hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise. I spread her cheeks and dragged my tongue through her soaked folds in one long lick.

She tasted exactly how I remembered… sweet and musky and fucking addictive.

Lena moaned, pushing back against my face. “Yes… eat my pussy, Ace. Make me wetter for that big cock.”

I licked and sucked her clit, two fingers sliding deep inside her tight heat. She was dripping, clenching around my fingers, grinding back desperately.

I curled my fingers, hitting that spot that always made her lose control. Her thighs started shaking.

“Fuck— right there— don’t stop—”

I didn’t. I devoured her until she came hard, a broken cry tearing from her throat. I kept licking her through it, slower, gentler, until she was whimpering and oversensitive.

When I finally pulled away, Lena flipped onto her back, spreading her legs wide.

“Inside me. Now.”

I climbed between her thighs, cock heavy and aching. I rubbed the head up and down her slick slit, teasing her clit, making her hips twitch.

“Stop fucking teasing,” she snarled, nails digging into my shoulders.

I pushed in.

One slow, deep thrust and I buried myself to the hilt inside her scorching, velvet pussy. We both groaned at the same time.

Her walls fluttered around me, gripping every inch like she never wanted to let go.

“Goddamn, Lena… you feel so fucking good.”

I started moving, savoring the wet slide, the way her tits bounced with every thrust. Then harder and deeper.

The bed creaked under us.

Skin slapped against skin.

Lena’s moans grew louder, filthier.

“Harder, Ace. Fuck me like you hate me. Like you hate what your wife turned you into.”

I growled and slammed into her, pounding her pussy with everything I had.

After a long hour or two, I pulled out slowly, watching my cum leak from her well-fucked pussy. Lena reached down, scooped some onto her fingers, and brought it to her lips, licking it clean while staring straight into my eyes.

“Still tastes like you,” she murmured.

I collapsed beside her, chest heaving, mind spinning.

Lena turned on her side, tracing lazy circles on my sweaty chest with her fingertip.

“Tell me you didn’t miss that,” she whispered.

I didn’t answer.

For a moment, I just watched her.

Lena was my ex-girlfriend. We had broken up three years ago after Clara told me she was pregnant with my child. I couldn’t abandon my baby just because it came from a drunken one-night stand at the office.

But right after I broke Lena’s heart and married Clara… she lost the pregnancy. Now, she was talking about me not being enough.

Maybe this was karma finally catching up with me.

“You’re staring,” Lena said without opening her eyes.

“This was a mistake,” I said before I could stop myself.

Her eyes snapped open. “Was it?”

“I’m married,” I said instead.

“And she asked for an open marriage,” Lena replied calmly.

I frowned slightly. “That doesn’t make what we just did right.”

That got Lena’s attention. She sat up slowly, pulling the sheet around her. “No,” she said, “but it makes it honest.”

“Why would you say that?”

For a long moment, Lena didn’t respond. Instead, she gave a small, knowing smile. “You should go.”

That surprised me.

“You’re not going to ask me to stay?”

“I don’t need to,” she said simply. “If you want to, you will.”

Was she testing me? I ran a hand through my hair and sat up. “You haven’t changed,” I muttered.

She laughed softly. “Neither have you. You just forgot who you were.”