Page 45 of Weaponized

“You need me, Angel?” he husks, because with the way I’m trying to rub against him, there’s no doubt that I do.

“So bad,” I tell him in a heated whisper. “I ache.”

He growls and drops to his knees. “Let me do something about that ache. Let me take care of you.”

One of his large hands grips my calf, and he runs it up my leg slowly. Too slowly.

“Luca, please,” I beg him. At this point, I don’t even know what I’m asking for. His mouth. His fingers. His cock. Whatever he will give me.

He moves my dress up my legs with his other hand, cursing under his breath when he sees my lacy, nearly transparent thong. He places his nose right against my core and breathes me in.

“Running around in these little panties all night,” he says in a low voice. “Glad I didn’t know that.” I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or himself, but his hot breath on my pussy has rendered me speechless. I’m making little whimpering sounds.

He presses the flat of his tongue against me through the fabric and I can’t help but grip his hair and tilt my hips in his direction.He hitches one of my legs over his shoulder and then licks me a few more times, making low, appreciative noises before his free hand grips my underwear and tears them from my body. I gasp.

Suddenly his tongue is inside me. Thrusting without mercy while his nose applies pressure to my mound. His heavy hot breath runs over my clit. I can imagine that my entire floor of neighbors can hear me through the door I’m pressed against, but I can’t bring myself to care about anything other than the feel of my boyfriend’s hot tongue fucking me. He presses a calloused thumb to my clit and circles as his tongue continues its assault. I explode. I have to hold onto his shoulders so I don’t collapse. His hands go to my hips to hold me in place, giving me a moment to steady myself as he stays where he is, continuing to breathe me in following my orgasm.

Then, Luca rises and takes a couple steps away from me. His dark hair is disheveled from my fingers. His dress shirt collar is askew. His broad chest is heaving. My juices cover his mouth and chin. And his eyes blaze as he looks me over. His hand drops to his crotch and he presses against the obvious erection there. I swallow. I have never seen such a potent man in my life.

I bend to pick up my little purse and then take two steps forward to press against him again, dropping my free hand against his zipper. I want to be the one touching him. I cup him firmly, and he grunts. Loudly. He sweeps me up into his arms before I can drop to my knees.

He takes quick, long steps down my hallway toward my bedroom. Before I know it, he literally tosses me on my mattress so that I bounce with the force.He stands at the foot of my bed and begins to strip off his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine. I reach for my handbag that’s landed across the bed, grabbing the red lipstick so I can repaint my lips. I’m about to realize my earlier fantasy. On my hands and knees, I crawl over to him, and his breathing accelerates. I begin unbuttoning his pants and work down his zipper.

As soon as his large cock springs free, I begin to jerk him with my hands. He is already slippery with pre-cum. He throbs in my palms. He moans and tips his head back before he tries to lean forward to join me on the bed. I push him back so he remains standing. He looks puzzled that I don’t want him to lay with me until I drop flat onto the bed and spread out so that I can more comfortably take him in my mouth.

“I want to be inside you.” He grunts a weak protest as I begin to suck him with a little more force. “Ah, fuck, Angel, that feels so good.” I create the hot suction I know he loves, working my tongue over the underside of his cock, while I continue to jack him in time with my hand. His hips begin moving with more momentum than usual. He starts fucking my throat instead of letting me take the lead, which is a first. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I can tell he’s hanging on by a thread.

I concentrate on breathing through my nose and sink my nails into the firm muscles of his ass, allowing him to use me for his pleasure. I’m finally able to add a little suction as I adjust to his pace. He is so worked up, making deep groaning sounds and fucking my mouth unabashedly. His eyes look feral as he watches himself penetrate my puffy lips. I rub my legs together, getting hot while watching him come undone.

“Ah, yeah. Fuck, yeah. Angel, I’m going to—shit. I can’t—Jesus.” He thrusts wildly, and I completely understand the words he can’t seem to form. He can’t hold back. I know, and I love it. I feel the jets of his release hit the back of my throat. “Fuuuuuuuuuck,” he bellows as I swallow him down.

I stay with him until his shuddering subsides and he starts to soften in my mouth. I plant kisses on his abdomen and throat as I rise up to my knees. Although my jaw is sore, the remnants of my lipstick on his abs make me smirk. I loop my arms around his neck, kissing him sweetly on the lips. He deepens the kiss, grabbing onto the back of my head with one large hand to keep me in place. My hair is half up and half down at this point, and I can only imagine what an utter mess I must appear. Wrinkled dress. Smeared lipstick. Ruffled hair.

When he pulls back from the kiss, I’m surprised to see his look of regret. “Tell me I didn’t hurt you.” His voice is gruff. “I need to know.” He cuffs my neck and runs his thumb gently up and down the column of my throat, looking for any signs of abuse.

I give my head a little shake. “I loved every second,” I whisper, my voice a bit rough from what we just did. I’m telling him the truth, but he searches for any sign of a lie. “I loved every single second,” I repeat, licking my bottom lip.

His breathing deepens and his mammoth shoulders relax. “I wanted to come inside you,” he says softly, accusingly, finger tracing my swollen lips with featherlight strokes. “I wanted this to be our first time.”

I move into him again, aligning my chest flush with his. “Mmmmm.” I kiss him delicately. “I want that too.” His eyebrows raise in surprise. Silly boy. Did he think this night was over after one orgasm each? I kiss him more soundly this time.

We kiss for a few more minutes and it’s slow and sensuous.Unhurried. I’m enjoying the feel of his lips, the way his tongue slides against mine. His grip grows stronger. I’m still in my dress, and suddenly, it feels suffocating.

“Help me out of this,” I command. His eyebrows furrow, but he doesn’t argue. He still seems a bit perplexed by what’s happening between us. Nonetheless, he gathers my dress and tries to lift it over my head. “There’s a zipper on the side,” I instruct, and his thick fingers are clumsy as he tries to work it down. I don’t help him but wait patiently for him to lower it until my dress gapes open and can easily be removed. He wastes no time in nuzzling against my breasts as soon as they are bared to him. He’s still standing at the foot of my bed while I kneel on it before him. He feels so good, but I need all of him.

I take his hand in mine and pull him onto the bed with me. He falls awkwardly, pants still around his ankles, shoes still on. I reach down to undo my own heels as he shoves at his clothing. I almost have my second shoe off, still fiddling with the strap, when he grabs my calf and presses a kiss to it. I pull my leg back away from him, because while I adore him, we will be here all night waiting for his big hands to figure out how to work the delicate buckle.

Finally, we are both stretched out across the bed, on our sides, gloriously naked, facing one another. His erection grows against my stomach.

I run my hand over Luca’s bicep, enjoying the bulge of the hard muscle beneath my palm. The light from my hallway gives my bedroom a soft glow,just enough for me to see him in the shadows and make out his colorful tattoos. They completely cover his arms and pecs, and I can see one snaking around his side that originates on his back. I haven’t had time to study the artwork there yet. He always gets too distracted by my traveling hands to let me finish my exploration. I continue on my path over his shoulder to his bulging trapezoid. This may be one of my favorite muscles of his. I love the way it forms his broad shoulders and stretches his T-shirts. Thick. Sturdy. I massage him here before moving to cup his face, look into his eyes. Meanwhile, his hand runs up and down my side, over my curves. I rub my foot against his powerful calf, entwining my leg between his.

“I want everything you have to give me, baby,” I tell him softly, then kiss his nose. He continues to watch my face, in awe. “I love the way you feel,” I tell him as I run my hand over his bicep once more.

He moves his head into the crook of my neck and scents me. Breathes deep. His tongue slowly licks up the curve of my shoulder while his hands continue the back and forth motion over my waist and hips. His mouth finds mine.

What begins as a slow burn soon becomes a dirty, sexy kiss. We rub against each other while our mouths mate and it is exquisite torture. Those hard pecs feel like heaven against my heavy breasts. My nipples are hard and aching. He must sense my need because, soon, he sucks one into his warm mouth and I can’t help the long groan that comes from me. My hips move forward and my wet pussy comes into contact with his hard cock. I feel the vibration of Luca’s groan as much as I hear him.His hands grab my ass, his fingers separating my cheeks as he pulls me closer. My clit makes contact with his erection, and I rub against him. God. I need so much more.

“Baby, I need you,” I tell him in a breathy voice. “Make love to me.”

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