Page 46 of Weaponized

Luca freezes. His eyes search mine, and for a few long seconds, I think he might deny me. “I love you,” he grits out, kissing me hard, before rolling over and pulling me on top of him. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he says gruffly. “Take what you need, Angel, as much or as little, at whatever speed you want.” My heart flips in my chest. “We’ll go as slow as you want. Stop if you want.”

“Do you want me to get a condom?” I ask as I run my hands over his abs. God. He has great abdominal muscles. His cock is hard between us, beginning to leak onto his hard stomach. My ass is on his upper thighs, my achy sex right against his balls. I squirm a little and bite my bottom lip.

“I, uh, damn.” He is having a hard time answering me, focused instead on where I’m now grinding on the base of his cock. If I move up just a little—ugh. I have to stay focused.

“Luca?”

“Yeah, Angel?”

“A condom?” I ask him and his eyes fly to mine. I think it’s finally dawned on him that this is really about to happen. “I get the shot and I’m up to date, but I bought some condoms if you want to use one. They’re in my nightstand.” I nod my head toward it.

His breathing has grown ragged. A sheen of sweat is visible across his chest and he almost looks as if he is in pain.His huge hands are at my waist, circling it, rocking me. He makes no move toward my night table.

“I’m clean.” His voice is guttural. “I would never—”

I cut him off with a kiss because I know he’d never hurt me. It’s so important to him that I understand that when it was never even in question. I move my hips upward until I feel his tip find my entrance. I’m so messy and wet that it doesn’t take much for him to enter me just a few inches. The noise he makes is incredible. It’s somewhere between a groan and a sob. It fuels me. I undulate on him just a little, adjusting to the size and feel of him. I make shallow thrusts that only take in half of his cock. I relish the sensations, but I need more. I need to be joined to him completely.

I sit up and grip his base with my hand while balancing myself by putting my other hand on his massive chest. He shifts quickly, keeping one of his big paws on my waist to steady me, while moving the other to hold my much smaller hand to his heart. I slowly work my way further down his shaft. Up and down, taking just a little more. Up and down, taking just a little more. Up and—

“Fuck, Angel. I love you so goddamn much.” I am now fully seated and I am stretched further than I’ve ever been before. I pause for a few seconds to adjust. He doesn’t move. With the exception of the rapid rise and fall of his chest, he is motionless, watching my face with rapt attention.

I close my eyes and let it all wash over me. The feeling of being deliciously stuffed full. The incomparable bliss. I open my eyes and see the love and adoration swimming in the depths of my boyfriend’s azure irises.

“You feel incredible, baby. God—so, so good.”

He growls at my praise. As if my words unlock something inside of him, his hands move to tighten on my waist, and he begins to move me back and forth. Back and forth. I whimper and pant, feeling his big dick hit the right spot over and over.

He suddenly switches tactics, grabbing my ass and then moving me up and down. I feel my boobs bounce with the motion. I mewl because the sensations are more intense. My clit keeps slapping against him with each downward motion. “You like that?” His voice is sandpaper. “You like riding my cock like that, Angel?”

Dear Lord, his dirty talk is making me even wetter and I didn’t think that was possible. “Mmmm hmmm.” I answer him and then throw my head back so I can ride him with abandon. “Oh, yes. Yes, baby, just like that. Don’t stop.”

His answer is another low rumble of a sound. “Can’t. Stop. Christ. Look at you.” He continues to jerk me on top of him, harder, faster.

I lean forward, needing to be closer to him. My mouth finds his as my boobs brush against his chest. He’s fucking me from the bottom now, while our lips haphazardly move against one another with no finesse. So messy. So perfect.

I feel my core tightening. Everything inside me feels like it is ready to splinter into a million little pieces. I hear Luca telling me how perfect I am, how amazing. I start to feel his thrusts getting deeper, out of sync.

“You. Are. Mine.” He roars the words that tip me over the edge. I shout his name as my orgasm overwhelms me. His dick is being squeezed hard in rhythmic pulses that I have no control over. I ride them out,feeling the pleasure move through my veins to take over my entire body.

I feel him shudder hard, and the warmth of his own orgasm coats my insides, filling me. He is shaking, swearing, professing his love. I had no idea sex could be this way. No idea at all.

Luca

I never imagined this. Not in a million years. Even when I’d thought it kinda sucked that I wasn’t regularly hooking up like my brother was, never did I think it would be like this. How could I? This experience isn’t in the same universe as my past experiences. I never knew it was in the realm of possibility that I could have something so beautiful. I didn’t know sex could be so profound.

My girl is currently sprawled out on top of me, messy and replete. A few of her blond strands are in my mouth. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears. I want to tell her the enormity of how I feel but I don’t have the words. I never have the fucking words. Instead, I breathe her scent into my nostrils. Honey and sex.

She shifts and I can feel her fingernails lightly tracing my shoulder, leaving goose bumps in their wake. She places a kiss on my pec.

“Why roses?” She murmurs the question, referring to one of the tattoos on my chest.

“My mother grew them,” I answer in a rusty voice. I clear my throat.

“Mmmm.” She nods her head beneath my chin.

I go to move and she squeaks. “No! Not yet.” Her lips tickle my chest.“I want you to stay inside me a little longer.”

Fuck. Me.I am so in love with her. I want to live inside her. I tighten my arms.

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