Page 57 of Weaponized

“Ah, yes, Luca. God.” She’s moaning and squirming. Working her way down my length. She is warm, wet heaven. I thrust upward in shallow motions because my hips are acting on their own. My dick wants to be buried to the hilt.

When she is finally seated on me fully, she whimpers.

“How is that? Okay?” I grit out. It’s taking every ounce of my control not to grab her by the hips and slam her up and down on my cock. She doesn’t respond, just wiggles a bit, bracing her hands on my shoulders. “Angel, I need an answer,” I bark at her. My voice is too loud, too harsh. I feel her flutter around me. Shit. Does shelikeit when I talk roughly to her?

“Yes,” she whines her answer. She must mean that she’s okay, but I am all sorts of excited about the possibility of her liking things a bit hard. I thrust up as a result.

I grab firmly onto her ponytail and tug her head back to look at me. She gasps.

“You like the way you feel, impaled on my cock?” I ask roughly.

She whimpers again. Nods. Her pupils are blown. Again, I feel her walls contract around me. Jesus fucking Christ. I can’t hang on much longer.

“I want to fuck you so hard,” I tell her gruffly in her ear. “I want you to feel me for days, so you know that you are mine.” She moans and begins to move, nails biting into my shoulders as she rides me. Fuck. Yes. “I want that sweet pussy to milk me dry. I want you to walk around with my cum inside you all fucking day.”

“Ah, baby,please.” She writhes on top of me, responding to my filthy words. “Luca, please. Fuck me just like that. I need your cum so bad, baby.” Fuck. This beautiful girl is literally begging me. I can’t believe this is my reality.

I take over, grabbing her hips and slamming into her from below, pulling her down on me as I thrust up. “Yes, yes, yes,” she’s chanting as I continue the brutal pace. I’ve never been this rough with her—with anyone. I’m always so careful. This is new. Her head is thrown back and her tits are bouncing and the sight is more than I can take. I go back to grabbing her ponytail. I remove the elastic band and thread my fingers through her hair. I jerk her head down to take her mouth because I need to taste her.

The kiss is sloppy, uncontrolled, wet. She’s moaning into my mouth as her nails scratch the upper part of my back. I would have told you only ten minutes ago that I hated having my back touched. Right now, I hope she draws blood. It feels so fucking good.

She leans forward just slightly, and that must be the right angle because she shrieks, “Ohmygod!” I can feel her choking my cock.

“Yeah? You like that?” My voice is guttural. “Come on, Angel. Give it to me.” For the first time ever, I slap her ass, and she comes undone. Her legs quake beside mine and her nails sharply score my skin. The noises she is making are loud and unintelligible. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

I slam her down onto me and can feel her contracting around my dick, rhythmic tugs that cause me to erupt like a goddamn geyser. The strength and speed of my orgasm take me by surprise.

“Fuck, fuck,” I shout, probably too loudly. “Christ, Angel, just like that.” I’m thrusting with no finesse, no rhythm. “Yeeeeaaaaahhhhh.”

When I stop shaking, I pull her to me in a tight embrace. We are both breathing like we just finished a marathon. Our bodies are slick with sweat. It’s sopping wet where we remain joined. We stay still, locked together, letting ourselves calm.

Gráinne pulls back to look me in the eye, and her baby blues are sparkling with mischief.“That. Was.” She kisses my chin. “Awesome.” She smiles wide.

I can’t help it; I bark out a laugh. “You like it rough, huh?” I ask her with a smirk. Give her butt a gentle little tap.

“I like it with you,” she replies and gives me a quick peck on the lips, “any andeveryway there is.” My chest expands. Then she looks to the ceiling, as if deep in thought. “Well, maybe no ball gags or anything. I don’t think I’d like that.”

I can’t stop my laughter after that clarification. God. I love this girl.

Gráinne

I smell the disgusting smoky menthol scent before I see him. It carries in the cool autumn breeze and causes my stomach to churn. It’s a visceral reaction. I’m instantly alert as I come to a dead stop on the route that leads from Luca’s house back to my apartment. Yet, it’s too quiet. No one is in plain sight.

“I know you’re here, Seamus,” I call out into the air. I command a bravado that I don’t feel. Not that long ago, my father’s second-in-command called me to let me know that he didn’t like “my look” when I was with Luca. He worried I was getting too close to my target.

“You forgettin’ what you’re there for, lass? You exist for one reason. Your loyalty is to the clan. You’re worthless otherwise. Do your job. Let him smell that pussy and follow ya home. Don’t get any other ideas in your pretty little head.”

I wonder if he’s here, following me home, to reiterate the same point. I know it’s obvious to everyone that I have feelings for Luca. I fear it’s also obvious to my father. I try again to lure his thug out.

“I can’t believe you don’t have better things to do. He’s really demoted you, hasn’t he?”

That does it. Seamus Murphy steps out from behind a large tree,right into my path. “You’re not nearly as smart as you think you are,” he states flatly.

I sigh, act bored. “Why exactly is that, Seamus?”

He smiles his ugly, crooked smile. “You haven’t had anything to report? Not in weeks? Didn’t pick up a single tidbit of information while with that giant piece of Italian trash? That’s not like you, saighdiúir.”

I shudder as he calls me a soldier. Reminds me of my place, my purpose.

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