Page 85 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

“I can’t—” he complained. I bit again, and he hissed out a breath. “It’s so sensitive—I’ve never.”

“Give. In.” Another bite, another whine.

“Pru—” My name was sin on his lips. I reached for his cheeks again, spreading them open and holding him tight, his cock abandoned as I shoved my tongue inside where he was tightest—hottest—just to feel his struggle. Surprisingly—holding his body immobile was what finally got him to settle. He sagged, a wretched moan leaving his lips as his tension bled away and his hole relaxed beneath the dominating press of my tongue.

Good.

So fucking good.

“That’s it, Pinkie.” I murmured, withdrawing long enough to kiss apologies over the angry red bite marks I’d left all over his ass. “So good for me.” I kept him spread, enraptured by the way his hole fluttered around nothing, before I dove back in with enthusiasm. Unbidden, the memory of his earlier admittance came back to me. He’d told me he wanted to lay back, to do nothing.

I wanted to make that fantasy reality.

“Please—” Luca gasped, clinging to my tongue as I fucked up inside him, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing his slick inner walls. “No one’s ever—shit.” Every time I pushed deeper, the hold he had on my hair tightened, my scalp tingling as my dick ached to bury itself within the tight wet space. “It shouldn’t feel so—oh, Pru.” He relaxed again for me, his body pliant, welcoming. When he finally did, I spat on his trembling hole, then released one ass cheek to push the pad of my thumb in alongside my tongue. In, in, in, he squeezed and shuddered. His tight body clenched around me as I shifted till I found that sweet spot inside him, I knew would make my big bird sing.

When I rubbed it, he howled. His legs jerked and his hole gave beneath my questing touch. His hand left my hair as he scratched at the mattress, bunching the comforter in his grip, tight.

“Good boy.” With my thumb still clutched tight inside his body, I leaned back to admire my handiwork. Luca lay sprawled, his legs wide, his thick ass spread obscenely. His cock and balls hung beneath him, streaks of precum smearing the mattress. Freckles. So many freckles. Along his ass cheeks, up his narrow waist, trailing his spine, scattered like splatters on a Jackson Pollock painting. His hands were bunched in the comforter on either side of his body, his knuckles white, veins in his forearms ropey as they flexed.

Prettiest of all, was the way his tear-streaked face was tipped toward me. His lashes were spiky and wet, his mouth gaping, lips still raw from earlier.

Fuck yeah.

Every time I pressed against his prostate Luca’s eyes fluttered beneath his lids and he gasped, drool slipping down his chin and onto the mattress. His hole clenched around my thumb when his eyes opened, and that stormy gray gaze met my own. We stared at each other for a few devastating moments, and when his lips turned up into a sweet little smile I was lost.

I dove back into his ass, fucking deep with my tongue, eating him out till he came all over the bed and his whole body convulsed against me. For a while, as he came down from his high, I admired my work. The sheen of sweat that glistened on his sun kissed skin. The way spit trickled from his now loosened asshole. I had to shove my hand against my cock to soothe the urge to stuff it inside his still twitching entrance while it was soft and he was unsuspecting. I wanted to hear him squeal, but—this hadn’t been for me. The bite marks I’d left on his ass cheeks faded as he slowly, but surely came back to himself.

Big gray eyes.

The very slight gap between his two front teeth.

His smile haunted me as I shoved him into the shower.

It haunted me as I roughly toweled him off.

As I hauled him into bed.

As I stacked all his abandoned plates of food around him like the gangly pink prince he was, and we shared the meals he’d bought for us, cold, but just as good.

“You’re fucking kidding.” My laugh was almost hysterical as I stared at the smoke billowing from the hood of my car before I pulled to the side of the road, a sinking feeling in my gut. Of course, I’d expected this. I’d just hoped it would happen you know…a few years from now. Not hours away from the daydream of a hotel we’d left behind, so close to my hometown I could practically taste the scent of my mother’s geraniums in the air.

“How close are we?” Prudence asked from the passenger seat. He didn’t sound surprised. He didn’t sound much of anything, actually. Here I was—full-blown panicking, and he was still cool as a cucumber.

What was the point of robbing people for gas money if we no longer had a car?

Karma was such a bitch.

“A few hours? If we were driving.” I offered, not sure how to explain. My phone battery was at fifty percent, and like the previous day, I’d been conserving it. I could’ve charged it in the car. You know, if my car had contained a working phone charging…hole…thingy.

But it didn’t, and it wasn’t.

Prudence was out of the vehicle mere moments later. The backpack full of our things was slung over his shoulder as he bent over the hood and I did my very best not to drool as I ogled him. There was nothing hotter than a man who knew about cars. Then, a more pressing concern hit me.

Peeing.

Yes.

I needed to do that.

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