Page 36 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

It was addicting.

The noises Luca made when I squeezed the crown of his cock were especially lovely.

I wasn’t normally the kind of person that called anything lovely.

It was a word I hadn’t even realized I knew how to use.

But there was no other word that accurately described the way he opened up for me, vulnerable and uninhibited.

How had I been lucky enough that this gangly artist had stumbled into my web?

Horny as fuck, and ready to hump his way into oblivion, Luca was the loveliest thing I’d ever seen. I loved the way his ass flexed, the way his muscles tensed, the way his robe slipped off his shoulder far enough that I could sink my teeth into the freckled skin at his nape.

The handjob was on the wrong side of too dry, but Luca didn’t seem to mind. In fact, I suspected he liked it. He craved pain mixed in with his pleasure—and that made me…well.

That made me want to fucking hurt him till he came.

“You don’t know what to think, do you?” I purred, unfairly turned on by the sight of him losing himself beneath my touch. That’s it, puppy. Fuck my fist. Arch that sexy little ass back. “You can’t even admit you like it—and yet here you are—presenting yourself like a bitch.” I used my free hand to grip one of his cheeks, squeezing hard enough I could feel the muscle give as he hiccuped his pleasure into the ridiculous pink sheets on his bed. His boxers had slipped down his thighs the more he wriggled, and the rounded curves of each sweet ass cheek were fully on display.

My cock ached to bury between them. To sink into all that pink, sticky heat and give him something real to cry about. Distantly, I recognized that Luca had fresh tears on his cheeks. My dick throbbed, testing the seam of my jeans as I watched those sweet cheeks spread to accommodate the swell of it. Shit. Fuck. That was nice. He had a nice round ass, a long thick dick. I gave his balls a little tug and the sound of his sobs were enough to make my cock weep.

If he cried long enough I was sure one glance at his tear-streaked, pink-cheeked face would have me coming untouched.

He made me feral.

My teeth ached to bite, my hands to maim, my hips to fuck.

The baser instincts were as frightening as they were liberating. No one had ever made me feel this much before. No one had ever made me feel this possessive urge to dominate.

How was it possible that I had finally found someone that suited my more depraved tastes? We were two puzzle pieces, shaped to fit, a perfect match.

It made no sense.

He made no sense.

But here he was anyway.

Confusing.

Annoying.

Absolutely fucking pretty when he cried.

“Prudence—” My name on Luca’s lips sounded like a prayer, and I couldn’t help the way I gripped his cock tighter, movements growing rougher in response, as I jerked him from root to tip with an enthusiasm I’d never felt for a prior partner. Slick noises filled the air along with his whimpers. I’d slept with as many people as I could since I’d been freed from Lydia’s hold but…

No one—before or after death—could compare to Luca.

I wanted to own him.

If I had my way he’d never sit again without feeling the sting of where I’d touched his body.

When Luca finally came it was with a desperate cry so heart-wrenching even my icy heart stuttered. He was a mess, his cum slick as I rubbed it around the base of his dick, toying with his balls, slipping down beneath them to the darker sensitive skin of his taint. He jumped away, and his ass clenched, but he didn’t tell me no, as I played with him there. I grew bolder, my fingers slipping back further till I reached what I wanted.

His hole was soft beneath my touch. It fluttered, clenched, kissing at the pads of my fingers as I contemplated what to do with him.

He was sweaty and shaking, and the way he continued to hump forward, shoulders drawn tight despite his softening cock, made me figure he’d had enough for today.

Fine.

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