Page 79 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

“I’ll do anything,” Luca promised.

He was so warm.

So. Fucking. Warm.

A snake in the garden of Eden.

“Get on your knees.” My grin was meaner than I’d intended, but I couldn’t help it. He wanted mean as much as I wanted to give it to him.

Luca dropped to his knees.

He blinked up at me, his eyes flooded black with desire. Those big shoulders relaxed a fraction now that he was in his rightful place, his hands twitching where they rested atop his lean, muscular thighs. He was panting. God, he was stunning. His nostrils flared. His chest heaved with each labored breath as he peered through his lashes at me, the freckles splattering his cheeks catching the echo of the club lights as they bounced through the doorway.

The power Luca surrendered to me in that moment went to both my heads. My cock jerked, as I took the time to truly appreciate the sight of him on his knees. I had never met another man so willing to give himself to me. Especially someone like Luca. A jock. An artist. An enigma. All boyish charm, golden muscles, and pretty lies.

My cheeks hurt I was smiling so hard.

These smiles were the ones I’d always had to swallow back when I was alive. They made people uncomfortable. Not Luca, though. No. At the sight of my grin he grew hotter, needier. He spread his thighs wide in invitation and I couldn’t help the way my gaze caught on the obscene way his cock tented his pants, trapped by fabric, long and thick.

“You want to please me?” I’d never been happier than I was in that moment.

“Fuck, yes.” He sounded freshly fucked, his voice was so harsh and low.

“Then lick my boots.”

“What?” The word left my lips before I could catch it.

Then lick my boots.

That simple phrase made my head spin as I stared up at Prudence, slack-jawed. “You want me to…?” Surely, I’d heard him wrong. There was no way he actually wanted me to—

“Lick. My. Boots.” Prudence’s hands clenched into fists. I only noticed because they were right by my face, and I grimaced, squirming on my knees as I debated what to do. My first instinct was to tell him to fuck off. But then again…this was what I’d wanted, wasn’t it? I’d promised him I’d do anything.

The question was, was I enough of a whore to get down on the ground and…ew.

Ew, ew. I couldn’t imagine what kind of dirt and grime occupied the floor in a place with this much foot traffic.

“No.” I was startled by how weak my protest sounded. Shouldn’t I be more offended? Disgusted? I’d wanted to touch his cock, not…this. Whatever this was. We’d played with humiliation a bit, but never like this.

“No?” Prudence arched a brow, and immediately I began to cave.

Besides, I knew my safeword. If I wanted to stop, I could always just say it.

“No?” I laughed nervously, unable to help myself.

“Deny me again and see what happens.” Shit. The threat in his voice was really doing it for me. I bit my lip. I could do this. Hell, who was I kidding? I already knew I was going to. I’d do anything to touch him, even apparently…this. My nose scrunched unhappily at the thought, buuuut my dick was most definitely on board. It twitched and flexed, and my balls drew up tight as I bit my lip hard enough it stung.

I could’ve fucked a brick wall, I was that turned on.

First fingers.

Now licking boots.

Who knew?

“You wanted to touch me. I’m giving you what you want,” Prudence continued, pretending he couldn’t see the war waging on my face. His smile was wicked, like he greatly enjoyed watching me squirm. Clearly, this was doing something for him too, because when I glanced between his legs at my prize longingly, I could see the thick swell of his cock trapped against the side of his leg. He was hard too. So fucking hard. And I wanted to see him—so, so bad. To taste him. To suck the salt from his skin, and choke on his fat length till he came down my throat.

For such a little dude he was most definitely packing heat.

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