Page 95 of Veil of Obsession
“I did.” His voice is rough, dark. “And I meant it.”
I shift, pressing my bare heat against him, feeling the hardness of his cock through his sweats. “Then fuck me.”
Lucio’s patience snaps. In one swift movement, he flips me onto my back, pinning me beneath him. His weight presses me into the mattress, his body settling between my thighs, his hand gripping my jaw, forcing me to look at him.
“You don’t get to decide when I fuck you.” His voice is a growl, low and warning.
I arch up, pressing my chest against his, my lips brushing his ear. “Then stop me.”
He sucks in a sharp breath, but he doesn’t stop me.
His mouth crashes into mine—bruising, desperate, all-consuming. His hands rip at my shirt, dragging it over my head,exposing my bare skin to the cool air. I whimper when he grabs my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples, rolling them, making me shudder beneath him.
“You want this, baby?” he mutters against my lips, rolling his hips, his cock grinding against my soaked folds.
I whimper, gasping and trembling beneath him. “Yes…please.”
His smirk is dark. Dangerous. Possessive. He reaches into the bedside drawer, pulling out a condom and ripping the foil open with his teeth. My stomach tightens as he pushes his sweats down, freeing himself, his cock thick, hard, pierced. I can’t stop staring.
He notices. “You’ll feel it, baby.”
My thighs clench, my breath coming faster. He rolls the condom on, stroking himself slowly, teasing me, watching me squirm beneath him. Then, he pushes my legs apart, spreading me wide, his gaze flicking up to the mirror on the ceiling above us.
“Look up,” he murmurs.
I do. And the sight of us—the way his broad, muscled body is covering mine, the way his hands are gripping my thighs, spreading me open—the pure filth of it makes my breath catch.
Lucio smirks. “Watch yourself come apart for me.”
Then he presses the thick, pierced head of his cock against my entrance. He pushes in—slow, so fucking slow—stretching me inch by inch, filling me deep.
I gasp, my fingers digging into his back, my body tensing. Whimpering from the sheer size of him.
God, he’s huge.
“Shh, baby.” His lips ghost over mine, his breath hot, teasing. “Let me take my time with you.”
He slides in deeper, his piercing rubbing against every sensitive spot inside me.
“Oh, my God…”
Lucio groans, dropping his forehead against mine, gripping my thighs tighter as he sinks all the way in. “Fuck. You’re so tight.”
I whimper, stretching, adjusting, my walls fluttering around him.
He stays still for a moment, letting me feel every inch of him. Then he starts to move. Slow, sensual rolls of his hips, grinding deep, making me feel every thick inch, every drag, every brush of his piercing against my walls. I moan, shuddering, overwhelmed, feeling too much and not enough all at once.
Lucio groans, watching me through the mirror. “Look at you.”
I force my eyes open, seeing myself in the mirror: my flushed skin, my parted lips, the way my body arches with every slow thrust. The sight makes something coil tight inside me, hot and desperate.
He leans down, his lips dragging over my jaw. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”
He grinds deep, rolling his hips, letting his piercing hit just right.
I whimper, shaking, gripping his shoulders. “Lucio…fuck….”
His teeth graze my bottom lip. “You close already?”
