Page 47 of His Game (His Obsession 1)

I shook my head.

"I want to hear you scream my name." He slapped my pussy hard, and my hips bucked up. I was pressing back against him now, trying to raise my hips to his hand. One finger pushed inside of me, his deep groan in my ear the most erotic thing I'd ever heard. "Come for me," he whispered as his fingers found me again. "I want to hear you. I want to feel you lose control."

I tried to stop it, I did. But I couldn't prevent the pulses of pleasure as they crashed over me. My body convulsed as he held me tight to him, but I didn't make a sound other than my harsh breathing. I refused to give him more than that.

"Fuck, Veda." His arms loosened around me, but he didn't let me go. He started to get up, to push me down onto my hands and knees, but I tried to stop him. "No! Wait."

His hand pushed me down onto my stomach. I heard the rip of foil, and then he was lifting my hips and I felt the head of his cock slide through the folds of my pussy. It caught me off guard, and I moaned.

"That's a girl." His hand squeezed my hip as he lined himself up. With one thrust he was deep inside of me, so deep I could almost taste him in my throat, and I had to shove my face into the bed to muffle my cry.

Luca stilled, and I could feel his powerful body trembling behind me. "You're so fucking tight." He let out a breath. "God, Veda."

My traitorous body pushed back against him, reveling in the sound of his groan. Wanting to hear more.

He began to move then, sliding out of me only to push back in nice and slow. His hands kneaded my hips and ass, rubbed over my back. It was no use fighting him anymore. I wanted this. Wanted him balls deep inside me. As he gained speed, I met him thrust for thrust.

Pulling out of me, he rolled me over. "I want to see you when I come inside of you," he told me. He kissed me, his hips rolling into mine. "And I want to make you come again."

I spread my legs for him, and he settled between them, nudging my entrance. My heart was racing as I looked up into his blue eyes, darkened with need. With a shove against his broad shoulders, I pushed him off of me and rolled with him until I was on top, my legs straddling his hips.

He allowed me to do it, but his eyes narrowed with suspicion. "What are you doing?"

"You can't take everything from me," I whispered, breathless. "I need to have some power here." I felt the tears come and tried to blink them away, but one slid down my cheek before I could stop it.

Luca reached up and brushed it away with his thumb, then wrapped his fist in my hair and pulled me down for a kiss. Holding me tight to his chest, he guided himself inside of me again. I rolled my hips, testing the new position.

Biting his lower lip, I forced him to let me go and pushed off his hard chest until I was sitting up. His expression was wary as I lifted up and then slid back down his length until I was seated fully. He was so deep, I felt like he was touching the end of my spine.

I started to rock my hips, faster and harder, watching Luca's face as he closed his eyes. Arching my back, I let my head fall, riding him shamelessly, my hair brushing the tops of his thighs. Beneath my palms, I felt the thunder of his heart. Heard his breaths become fast and harsh. His hands tightened on my hips.

I touched myself, gently teasing my swollen clit. Ah, god. I was going to come again.

"Luca!"

He suddenly stiffened beneath me, and I lifted my head to find him staring up at me, eyes wide. Later, I would swear I saw terror streak across his face before he rose up, wrapping me in his arms and rolling me beneath him. He was perfectly still for a long moment, deep inside of me but not moving. His hand was on the back of my head, tucking my face into his neck, his chest rising and falling on a catch with each breath.

"What's wrong? Luca?"

His big body shuddered, and then he kissed the top of my head and rolled his hips. "Hang on," he gritted out.

I couldn't move as he pounded into me, fast and deep, his hands in my hair and his weight pushing me into the bed. With one last hard thrust, he cried out as he surrendered to the needs of his body, pushing impossibly deep. And when it was over, he pulled out of me, sat back on his heels, and lifted my hips back to his mouth. With his lips and tongue and teeth, he brought me to orgasm, the pleasure crashing through me so hard I bit my tongue until I tasted blood to keep from crying out his name again.

As I fell back to the bed, exhausted, he kissed my pussy, my inner thighs, the insides of my knees, then lowered my hips and crawled up the bed, pulling me with him. Grabbing the comforter, he pulled it over us both and turned off the lamp. I heard him take off the condom and drop it in the trash beside the nightstand, then he tucked me into him, cradling my head against his chest.

"From now on, you sleep with me. I don’t care which fucking bedroom we’re in.”

Too exhausted to argue, I relaxed against his hard body, my eyelids already closing in sleep.

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