Page 58 of Pretty Poisoned

"But your pussy is wet for me," he says. "Tell me that it's all okay and that you aren't mad at me and you want me, too. I'll be gentle with you…as much as I can. Please, Teagan."

I want him. I know I shouldn't want him, but he's all hard, tattooed muscle, and his mouth feels like heaven. Maybe what I really want is comfort, but I've never really known what that feels like, and this is the next best thing. And maybe part of it is just that I have all of this pent-up stress and anxiety, and I need somewhere for it to go.

It seems to be settling in my lower gut now.

He's danger and sex mixed with the threat of something worse. He's a beautiful disaster of a human donning the perfect costume to lure someone exactly like me in.

Someone who, for whatever reason, never really learned better—never learned to run in the other direction when she found herself face-to-face with real monsters.

"It's all okay," I whisper. I push my free hand through his hair, gripping it and bringing his mouth back to mine. "I'm not mad at you," I tell him, kissing him. "And I want you, too."

"Thank fuck," he says, deepening the kiss, his mouth engulfing mine. His free hand grips my thigh and spreads my legs further apart, then he slowly sinks into me. I moan against his mouth, my toes curling as waves of pleasure roll over my body.

"Your pussy is so fucking perfect," he says, rocking into me. "You were fucking made for me, Teagan," he says.

He pins my arms above my head, and I groan.

"Not my arms," I tell him. "Not my shoulders or my back, Luca. They hurt."

"I'm sorry," he says. I'm both surprised and relieved when he actually releases my arms. He plants both palms just above my shoulders on the mattress, every muscle and vein in his arms visible as he uses them for leverage instead.

My legs fall open wide, and he settles into a steady rhythm, biting his lip as he rolls his hips into me. My eyes run down his tattooed torso, and I watch his cock move in and out of my wet pussy.

I grip his forearm with my free hand and dig my heels into the mattress.

"You like watching my dick go in, Teagan?" he rasps.

"Yes," I tell him.

He groans, then picks up the pace, his hips thrusting into me more forcefully now. I let out a small, high-pitched scream as the head of his cock rubs against my g-spot.

"Fuck," he groans. "Am I hurting you?"

"No," I whimper, knowing I'm so close now. "I'm gonna…don't stop—"

His hand closes around my throat, cutting me off. "What about now?" he asks, still fucking into me at that same delicious pace. "Can you come with my hand wrapped around your throat?"

I nod, and he squeezes hard, thrusting into me a few more times before I come apart quietly and breathlessly around his dick; my eyes roll back in my head before he releases me.

"Teagan," he rasps as I gasp for air. "I'm about to come. You remember what I told you I was going to do when I finally got to fuck you?"

"Um…"

Yeah. I remember. He said he was going to come in all of my holes and make me cry.

"Well, I guess I already made you cry," he says. "Sorry about that. You've been fucked in the ass before, right?"

"Yes, but—"

He's too big. That's what I want to say.

He pushes my thighs up and pulls his wet cock out of me. When he thrusts forward again, the tip pushes into my ass.

"Luca!" I cry out. "Fuck!"

"The worst part is over, baby," he says, sinking into me. "I'll go easy on you. Just breathe through it. You feel so good—it won't take long."

Closing my eyes, I clench my teeth and breathe through it like he says, doing my best to relax.

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