Series: The Rossi Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 56905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
He’s overcome with need, and I’m the prey that he’s going to pounce on at any given second. I ready myself, but nothing can prepare me for being taken by him. He rolls me over onto my back and pulls me to the edge of the bed. I stare up at him mesmerized and in awe as he takes his cock into his hand and starts pumping the thing like he’s loading it up or something.
“This is mine,” he growls, the velvety smooth tip of his cock bumping against my entrance and I sigh at the feeling. “I will fuck my pussy...” He grabs me by the hips and impales me in one swift thrust. My core tightens and my fingers grip onto his bulging biceps as he gives me no time to adjust to his size.
“I will eat my pussy…” He grits through his teeth, pulling all the way out and slamming back into me. The air leaves my lungs and all I feel is his bruising touch, fingers biting into my flesh, and the sting of pleasure and pain as he fucks me like an animal. Raw, primal need vibrates between us.
“Your pussy is mine as much as it is yours, and I will eat it, fuck it, and worship it, however I please, when I please, and for however long I please, is that understood?” He speaks the words as he grabs me by the chin forcing me to meet his intense gaze.
He means everything he says, and as badly as I want to fight him on it, I know he is right. This part of me will always belong to him. No man could ever take me as he does. Make my body hum like he always did.
“Yes,” I moan, as I lift my hips to meet his thrusts. At my response he moves his hand to the back of my head and cradles me there while he fucks the life right out of me. The gesture is sweet, his touch there gentle even while he fucks me into oblivion.
Fire flickers deep in my belly and I feel the orgasm sneaking up on me as the head of his cock rubs against that perfect spot at the top of my channel.
“Tight and warm. Fuck, Gracie, I could live inside you if you would let me,” he murmurs against my lips as his thrusts grow deeper and harder. My pulse pounds in my ears and I claw at his arms, my nails sinking into his toned flesh as the muscles in my body go rigid and the orgasm I had been working toward slams into me at full force.
“Fuck yes,” Luke growls above me as my pussy grips onto his cock. “Squeeze me. I want that sweet cum of yours dripping down my balls.”
Dear lord. His mouth is filthy, and yet it only makes my orgasm greater. I shatter into a million pieces, my body shaking as a shiver works its way down my spine. He continues to thrust inside me, and I feel each stroke piercing my heart, breaking down my walls, claiming me.
He’s fucking his way into my soul, stealing my heart all over again. I feel another orgasm building deep inside my womb, and I don’t know how he does this. He knows my body better than even I do.
“Oh yes, Gracie. Make that pretty pussy gush, come all over my cock. I want to feel you strangle the bastard again.” I bite my bottom lip to stifle the moan, but it rips from my throat anyway. Sweat beads against his brow and I can tell he’s close too, his muscles tense, his teeth grit, and determination coats his features. I focus on the blinding pleasure, and whimper as a soul shattering orgasm rips through my body once more. I arch off the bed as the waves consume me, pulling me down, deeper and deeper into the abyss.
Two more hard thrusts and I feel Luke’s body tense above me.
“Oh, fuck…” He groans and a moment later I feel his hot seed coating me from the inside out. Strangely, it’s soothing, almost as if he’s marking me. I realize then that we didn’t use a condom, and, of course, that reality ruins some of the aftershocks of pleasure.
Luke remains inside me for a long moment, his breaths harsh and his eyes growing softer with each passing second.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his knuckles rubbing against my cheek. I hate this...hate that he can worship my body, fuck me like an animal but at the same time coddle me and ensure that he didn’t hurt me. Even more, I hate that I like it, like that he cares about me, like how possessive he is of me.
“We didn’t use protection,” I whisper, as if it’s a secret we can keep. He eases out of me and I remain lying there staring up at the ceiling while he disappears into what I assume is a bathroom connected to the bedroom.