Page 124 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

Luca’s pupils were blown wide and dark, his lips parting in a happy smile, swollen and sweet.

He spread his legs, our painting crushed beneath him, somehow still intact, even though the paint was smudged.

I crawled between his thighs, unable to describe how beautiful he was to me in that moment as I lubed up my fingers and stroked them over what was left of his bare skin in a glistening trail, before I reached my target. His muscular ass flexed as I teased the secret skin of his crease.

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, low and throaty, covering his mouth with his forearm to stifle the noise as his hips jumped toward my touch and I slipped the tip of a finger inside him. The moment I felt him sucking around me, I was gone. All my patience left me and I shoved deeper, fingers slick and probing as he welcomed me into his body, my wrist straining to finger him properly. His dusky pink entrance gave beneath my fingers, spreading wide as it clenched and fluttered, tight with promise.

I had to taste him.

I had to.

I moved quickly, rearranging us to my liking. My mouth met my fingers as I pushed deeper, sucking, licking—caressing every inch of his supple hole as I readied him to take me. He spread his legs wider, hooking a paint-stained hand behind his knee to hold himself open for me as he hiccuped his pleasure, his abs jumping.

His long cock glistened with precum, where it jerked above my head, his sexy balls drawn high and tight. I laved a line from his hole to them, giving each a liberal suck that had him sobbing.

I spared a single thought for the family that occupied the rooms down the hall, but quickly forgot all about them as his body clenched hard around my knuckles, tight as a vise, and all my attention was once again commanded by the glorious man I was fucking.

When he was ready, I rose onto my knees to admire my work, my whole body trembling as my cock twitched. I’d managed to ignore it until now, too enthralled with the idea of pleasuring Luca.

There was no denying how badly I wanted this. The idea of sinking inside that tiny little opening was almost enough to end me on its own. He was delicious, spread out for me like a feast, his hole twitching, lips swollen and red from our kisses, thick thighs spread invitingly, his wild pink hair hanging off the canvas. I hoped we would leave the imprint of his ass behind on it. Every time I looked at this painting I wanted to remember this moment.

What it felt like to breed him till I marked him from the inside out.

My cock flexed and I groaned.

He had no idea how fucking perfect he was, my Pinkie.

Desire tugged deep in my belly as I licked my lips, his dazed expression meeting mine. I hoped he saw then, how much I wanted him. How deeply I craved to own him. How he was mine, and only mine. And he would be, till the day he was lowered into his grave, and I rose from hell to greet him.

Unable to wait any longer, I pressed the fat head of my cock against his fluttering entrance, a fresh drop of precum joining the copious amounts of lube as I pushed against him in question. His hole twitched against me and my lip curled as I bit back another groan.

“Please—” Luca gasped, peering at me through his lashes, tear streaks glistening in the moonlight where they slipped down his freckled cheeks. He was so beautiful—so goddamn, fucking perfect.

I wanted to own him, to claim him, to maim him.

I wanted to lose myself inside him and never find the way out again.

His eyes glistened silver as I pushed into his body, sucked in by the heat, overwhelmed by pleasure, as I found heaven within his tight hole. The fat crown of my cock split him wide, the dusky pink of his entrance spreading obscenely to accommodate my girth. Lube glistened, and the sound of my cock, slick as it slipped deeper, made my head spin, and my teeth ache to bite. The contrast between our skin was gorgeous. Moon and sun. Night and day. Complementary colors.

There was no stopping once I’d begun. He clutched at me, pulling my hair, scratching my shoulders as I started up a punishing rhythm, blinded by the hot clutch of his body.

Fuck he was tight.

So fucking tight.

I’d never felt more human than I did in that moment, as I bred his pretty ass with abandon. He whined and sobbed, arching his back to grind against me like he wanted me deeper, deeper, deeper still. His forearm flexed, shapely hand squeezing the back of his thigh tight as he held himself open for me.

My stomach tightened with every ragged breath he took, his pleasure making me foggy with lust. Hot-wet. Snug and slick. The slap, slap of my pelvis meeting his ass made my blood sing. Memories of my time with him spun through my mind and I snatched at them, punctuating each thought with my hips.

Maybe I didn’t know how to love him the way he deserved—I hissed through my teeth when he squeezed me tighter—but I was selfish, and I was going to take him anyway.

I remembered every word he’d ever spoken to me like they were branded inside my brain, and I’d use that to my advantage, where emotion often failed. I wanted this to mean something to him. I wanted him to understand what I was saying, even though I wasn’t capable of actually speaking the words.

With sudden clarity, I knew exactly what he needed to hear.

My pulse raced.

“I want you to lie back,” I commanded, sweat trickling down my nose, and dripping onto him as I framed his shoulders with my arms and pounded his ass as hard as I could. “I want you to take it.” He squeezed around me, clenching and unclenching, the vise-like grip of his body making my eyes roll back with pleasure as I panted and growled. “I want to worship you.” He whined, a lost, broken sound. When I was with him, I became nothing more than a feral creature, completely whipped. His eyes were glassy as they searched mine. “Just because I like you that much.”

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