Page 60 of Prince of Malice

“Don’t worry,” I whisper to him. “I’ll be gentle.”

Pulling down his pants, I free his erect penis before taking out my own.

Switching up my approach, I lift myself up slightly from his body, moving my hands under his back, rolling over, and resting him on top of me. After he settles in place, he grinds himself gently against me, letting our hardening cocks rub together. The gentle caress is incredible.

I find an old bottle of lube in my bedside drawer. Ideal. I squeeze some onto my dick.

Taking his petite waist in my hands, I guide him to the perfect spot, lowering him gently down onto my stiff dick and letting him go wild on top of me. He grinds against me, bounces on me, and rides my hard shaft passionately. The both of us quickly forget all of our problems—our old hate for each other, our battle with the Grecos just lastnight—and soon find ourselves as nothing more than just two people alone, intertwined with each other.

Every single one of his movements is filled with vigorous desire as we both give into our cravings for each other’s bodies. Pulling him down to me, I kiss him gently, massaging his tongue with my own as we rub against each other.

“Dominic,” he moans. “I-I’m?—”

“Do it,” I interrupt, knowing what he wants to say.

Luca falls silent, biting down on his own lip and clinging tightly to me as his body trembles on top of me. I feel the gush of his cum seal the small creases between us, then his muscles relax as the energy leaves his body along with it.

“You’re so good for me,” I sigh.

Taking back my control over him, I thrust my hips and use him to stroke my hard cock, feeling his tight hole gripping against it, pumping myself over and over, hammering his entrance as he whimpers with excitement.

“Dominic, I…” he stutters out, losing track of his sentence with each of my drives.

“Shhh,” I whisper. “I’m almost done with you.”

Unrelenting, I speed up my motions and thrust myself faster and harder inside of him. The immense pressure builds up in my throbbing cock, and the ecstasy runs through its veins and overflows inside of him.

My muscles tighten around him as my thighs gripping against his own, pulling him closer to my body and finally letting go when my load stops pumping into him, and I relax again.

My fast pants of breath and thumping heartbeat overwhelm my ears and make me almost deaf. Slowly, his voice comes back to me as everything else fades out, and I can hear again.

“Dominic,” he gasps.

“Sorry, I got carried away.”

“That’s okay, but that’s not what I was trying to say,” he stutters slightly.

“What do you mean?”“I was trying to tell you,” he says, settling his voice and becoming almost serious. “I wanted to tell you that I’m in love with you.”

My mouth falls agape, not knowing what words to say next.

“I don’t expect you to say it back,” he rushes out. “I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t feel the same. I know I’ve caused so many problems for you.”

“Luca, just—” I try to interrupt, but his ramblings drown out my attempts.

“I ran away from you countless times, leaving you alone after we just started getting somewhere, and I tried to fix everything myself and only made things worse and got you hurt.”

Luca quickly starts to spiral, pulling away from me and retreating into his own head.

Holding onto his shoulders, I shake him back to the present. Looking deep into his eyes, I try to keep him here with me. “Luca,” I sputter out, “I love you too.”

My admission makes him finally go quiet.

“Look, I’m not going to say that you shouldn’t have tried to fix things alone or that you shouldn’t have run away from me either,” I begin. “But I also shouldn’t have kept running in headfirst and creating this whole problem.”

“Can you forgive me?” he asks, almost like he didn’t hear a word what I just said.

“Of course I do,” I tell him. “And I want you to know that I love you too.”

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