Page 38 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

I slapped his ass in retaliation. It jiggled, and forced him deeper into the puddle of his cum. He muttered more complaints, and I grinned. Maybe he’d shut up now? I thought, meanly.

I should’ve known a little slap wouldn’t deter him.

Instead of backing off, Luca just shoved his hips back for more, his round ass flexing in a way that made it incredibly difficult to resist grinding against it. How was it possible that I was still hard? Fuck.

“But what if I really want to know what you look like?” Luca complained.

Whiney-whiney-whiney.

I wanted to shut him up with my dick, stick it down his throat deep enough he couldn’t ask me any more questions.

Brat.

I slapped his ass again, harder, even though it hadn’t worked last time. A pink hand print slowly began to settle on his skin and my grin turned wolfish. He was trembling. The prospect of a new way to mark him made my blood sing.

“What can I do to get you to show me?” He was bargaining now, sugary sweet, and a weird fluttery feeling was flickering in my chest in response.

“I’ll show you when I show you. Stop. Asking.”

“Ugh.” I could practically hear his pout. Somehow this time, just hearing it wasn’t enough. I wanted to see it. See his pale eyes grow dark and annoyed. See the jut of his lower lip, powdery sweet. Desperation bubbled inside me at the thought. Staring down at Luca’s broad shoulders and trim waist was…admittedly incredibly gratifying. But…

I liked his pouty lips more. Especially when he was being bratty.

Annoying, annoying, annoying.

Overwhelming emotion threatened to make me run again, but Luca had mercy.

“I’m hungry.”

Finally. Something I could work with. “No more cereal.”

“God, what are you, the cereal police?”

“I would rather you not die of diabetes before you fulfill my purpose for you.”

“Look—I’m doing my best here, dude. Normally my coping mechanism of choice is going for a run, but now I’m like…fundamentally terrified of it because I almost got hit by a fucking car.”

“Your face healed.” I pointed out. I didn’t see his point.

“Yeah but my ego hasn’t.”

The more Luca argued, the harder my dick got, and the more tempting his freckled ass became. I could slip inside him. He’d like that. Maybe he’d squeal a bit, but ultimately I already knew he was willing.

“So, just watch for cars.” It wasn’t that hard.

“Yeah okay, easy enough for you to say. You don’t know what it felt like seeing my life flash before my eyes.”

“Death isn’t the worst thing in the world.”

“Yeah, and how would you know? You’re not actually dead.”

Wow.

He must’ve realized he crossed a line because he stopped trying to sneakily wiggle on my dick and settled down, even the set of shoulders apologetic. “Shit, sorry,” Luca murmured, contrite. “That was rude of me. I don’t…actually know what it’s like for you. Or what you’ve been through. Sometimes I just get caught up in the fight, and words come out I don’t really mean.”

No one had ever apologized to me so sincerely before over something so stupid.

I was silent.

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