Page 47 of Trouble in Love
“Addiction is in my blood.” I panted, my heart thundering as her fingers stroked my thumb. “I might have the strength to abstain from booze and drugs, but not you, Princess. You are the poison I can’t resist.”
Her fingers stilled. “I’m easier to quit than you think. Promise.” Rain began to fall as she cupped my face in her palms and traced her thumb along my bottom lip, probing between the two just that little bit. “Just once, Luca. Let’s give in once more. I will if you will.”
“I can’t. I promised.”
“No one has to know.”
Five words.
Five whispered words were all it took, and my fingers were in her hair, and her ass was pressed against the hood of her car. “Fuck it.”
I pulled my hands from her waves, fisted the high neckline that had hidden her flesh from me all night, and ripped—literally ripped—her top neck to stomach. Her stunning tits spilled free, and I gorged myself on her flesh the way I’d dreamed of since that night in her dad’s office. “I’ve never wanted anything way I want you.” With my cock damn near exploding, I forced myleg between her already parting thighs. She bore down, grinding against my knee, chasing any friction she could find. “Tell me you want me too.”
“I want you, too. Take me, Cowboy. Have me this once.” Her hands slipped between us, brushing over the dusting of hair on my stomach, and dipping below the waistband of my pajamas. I pulled my hips back to give her extra room then swallowed back my groan as she wrapped her chilly fingers around my cock. “Fuck me, please.”
As much as I would have liked to draw things out, to touch and taste every inch of her body, I wasted no time, lining up and fucking into her with a brutal, almost violent, force that should have filled me with shame. But I was too far gone. Wanted her too much.
I braced both hands on the hood, leaned into her as much as I could and fucked her into oblivion. Her smooth, tight wet walls taking every inch of me as the filthy slap of our bodies drove me crazy. “Damn. Fuck, Polly. I knew you’d feel perfect. Knew you were made to take me.”
Bucking beneath me, my bad girl mewled, melted into my praise. I buried my face between her tits, sucked and bit and licked her nipples and gave her more. “Such a good fucking girl. My good fucking girl.”
“Yes,” she cried, and I bit down again. “Yes, tell me I’m good. Tell me I’m yours.” Taking all my weight on one arm, I shifted the other to grip and dug my nails into the fat of her thigh. She groaned, whimpered “Hurt me. Hurt me.”
“I’ll never hurt you, Polly. But I’ll always push you right to the edge.”
“Oh my god, yes.”
She gripped my throat and pulled my lips to hers. A white-hot energy surged between us as we battled for control. Teeth clashed. Tongues brushed. Every whimpering, growling,panting, moan swallowed by the other. She tasted of mint, berries and wine and I was gone—completely addicted. Fuck this being one last time. Fuck the rules. Fuck doing the right thing. In all the times I’d jerked off to thoughts of this very moment nothing could compare. Polly had become my everything, and no matter what anyone said, no matter the cost, I had to make her mine.
That thought alone had me teetering on the edge. I bit my lip and tried to think of anything less sexy than this moment … which was everything—but my brain and body could only focus on one thing: railing Polly.
Scooping my left arm behind her back, I held her against me flipped our positions and bounced her up and down on my cock.
“God, you’re so big, Luca.” she panted, her voice heavy with need, “God, I can feel you everywhere.”
“I feel you too, Princess. I feel your tight, wet cunt clenching around me, and I want it over and over. It’s mine. You’re mine. All of you.”
She stilled, her face contorting from light to dark, that mask sliding back into place.
“I’ll only ruin you like I do everything else.”
I gripped her harder, refusing to let her slip away. “Then ruin me, Polly. Take me and ruin me again and again. There’s nothing I want more.”
“Luca.” Moaning my name in the sweetest, most perfect way any man had ever heard, she ran her hands over the hair on my chest and abs, before raising her hips. With only the very tip of my cock touching her, she slid two fingers around my base, squeezed, and then slammed home.
“Polly, oh my fucking god.” Her grip and the delicious jiggle of her ass on my thighs had me coming so hard I saw stars. Stream after hot stream shot deep within her. Even as I rode out the most intense orgasm of my existence, I was desperate,not only for her do the same, but to prolong the moment. My dick twitched, valiantly giving its best while I forced her down, gripped her harder, dug my nails into her flesh, needing her to wear my mark as I gave one final, determined thrust.
The stars aligned as she fell apart atop me, her legs shaking, her pussy clenching, her head collapsing onto my shoulder on a breathless, spent. “Yours.”
Knowing everything was against us, I wrapped my arms around her, held her close and whispered. “All mine.”
Polly
After being railed beneath the stars, I slept so soundly and woke so late there was no time to visit Mum at the hospital. My no-show was another layer of guilt added to the already crippling load.
No matter which way I looked at it,itall boiled down to one hard-to-swallow, bitter truth. Luca and I were over before we could begin. The glorious, mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasms he handed out like candy weren’t enough. I knew it as he fucked me to next Monday on the hood of my car, and I knew it as I dragged my sorry ass into the shower after calling mum to apologize.
This was bigger than us. Friendships … families were at stake.
