Page 24 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

Prudence huffed, an irritated, put-upon sound. He was a man of few words, which made our dynamic chaotic—since I spewed nonsense like a dictionary holding a megaphone.

“I won’t repeat myself again, Luca.”

“Okay.” My pulse fluttered. My name on his lips sounded like sin and smoke, and I was weak, desperate to hear what he had to say next.

“Be quiet.”

Quiet. I could be quiet. I could totally do that.

“I’ll answer your questions when, and if, I feel like it. You are not in charge here. Nod if you understand.” I nodded, my dick sloppy wet and hard enough to pound nails where it pushed against the slit in my boxers. The elastic hem clung to my wrist as I tried not to pant, hips primally circling, aching for something hot to fuck into.

“I’m going to touch you now.” There was no inflection in Prudence’s voice to warn me of what was coming. Because I still had some sense of self-preservation, I didn’t point out the fact that he already did.

The cool slide of a calloused palm scratched its way up my spine, dominating, possessive, like it had the right to do whatever it desired and I had no choice but to take what I was given. With his thick fingers spread wide, Prudence’s hand climbed inch by inch, till his fingers closed around the back of my neck and he squeezed tight. “Take your hand off your cock.”

I pulled my hand out of my boxers, even though that simple action made me want to sob.

I wasn’t sure why, but that one almost innocent touch forced my worrisome thoughts to take flight and all the tension bled from my body. Prudence was surprisingly gentle—though firm—as he tangled his fingers in the back of my hair, closed his fist, and pulled tight from the root till sparks of pleasure shot down my spine and my toes curled.

“Shit,” I hiccuped.

The pain shot directly to my dick as a rumbling, almost mean chuckle echoed behind me.

“You like it hard, don’t you?” Prudence murmured, lips teasing against the shell of my ear. He crowded in close behind me, every brush of his body against mine, tingly more than anything. Like parts of him weren’t truly solid yet—at least not right now. “Don’t you, Luca?” Prudence’s voice was a threat I gladly succumbed to as he pulled harder and I gasped.

“Yes.” The word escaped my lips breathlessly and Prudence hummed his approval.

“You’re greedy,” he decided. I couldn’t deny it. Because he was right. I was greedy. Now that he was touching me I craved more, more, more. It wasn’t enough. Sure, I hadn’t even known I could have this until thirty seconds ago, but I needed it just as much as I needed my next breath. Little shock waves of pleasure shot through my body as I arched my back and shoved my ass toward the empty space behind me that Prudence’s body would’ve taken up if he’d been fully corporeal.

I never should’ve taken my hand off my dick.

My quads were beginning to strain and shake as I squirmed for him. The ache in my balls had become nearly painful, they were pulled so tight. Slick fabric teased the crown of my cock and I humped forward desperately, scratching at the cool sheets till my fingers felt raw to the touch. The scent of sex and sweat danced through the air, making me nearly drunk with lust.

I wanted to jerk my cock again. No—I wanted Prudence to jerk it. Yes. That.

“Please touch my dick,” I gasped, surprised by how easily I gave in. I wasn’t normally like this in bed. It was a game of masks until I inevitably released physically. I hadn’t ever been able to let go like this, to be uninhibited. Authentic. One hundred percent myself.

But I could now.

Prudence had chosen me.

Not the other way around.

Besides, even if this went south, he could leave and no one would know just how much I’d begged for it. Begged for the pain, the tears—the pleasure. I could be his slut and the world would stay ignorant to the fact.

“Stay present,” Prudence admonished, his growl emphasized by the sting of teeth as they sunk icy-cold into the soft flesh just below my ear.

“Oh, fuck.” I twisted my head to the side to give him room to work, but there was no need. His teeth were gone as quickly as they’d come, his hand still pulling my hair taut.

A fresh drop of precum leaked down my shaft as my hips flexed, once again searching for friction. Every touch was electrifying. I could feel the imprint of his teeth like the spot he’d bitten was hardwired directly to my cock. God, I needed to be touched. “My dick, Prudence—Please—” I groaned low, only for his teeth to sink in a second time a few inches below the first bite.

It hurt so good my eyes rolled back.

“Quiet,” Prudence murmured, sweet as smoke. “I’ll touch your cock when you’ve earned it.”

“Oh god,” I whispered, a prayer.

“I like the way you beg,” Prudence’s hand slid up till he could fist the longer strands at the top of my head. This time, when he pulled my head back—hard—his teeth pressed threateningly against my jugular. I wasn’t sure if he was going to fuck me or eat me. Was it bad I didn’t care which one he picked?

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