Treachery

I can’t take anymore, my body shaking from the strength of the release, my muscles like jelly as he pulls his cock free and moves us again, this time flipping to his back as he directs me to straddle his hips.

Barely able to hold myself up, my hair is a wild mess around my head, my pussy sinking down over his cock as I fight to hold myself up.

His eyes capture mine, and he directs my hands to grip the headboard. It gives me a little support, but I can’t find the strength to move despite how badly I want to.

Once my fingers are gripped tight over the iron frame, he reaches up to grab my face, lifting his upper body effortlessly to kiss me before whispering against my mouth.

“Hold on tight, Luca. I’m not done.”

My fingers clamp down as he grips my hips and begins to move beneath me, his muscles flexing every time he thrusts up, his dark gaze watching the way my tits bounce before they drag lower to where his cock sinks inside me.

I follow the line of his gaze and become hypnotized to watch his abs flex with each thrust.

He’s a machine, this man.

A work of art.

A body created and shaped to seduce, to ensnare, and to drive a woman completely out of her mind.

The sight of me riding him must be too much. With one swift move, he rolls us over again and pulls out, hot spurts of his release shooting onto my stomach, his mouth claiming mine as he slides against me with sweat slickened skin.

We’re both out of breath, our hearts racing with a heavy thump, our bodies heavy weights where they press together.

I want to hate myself for giving into him again. Want to promise myself it was only this one time.

But I know this isn’t the end for us.

And I know we can’t help it when we’re together.

Our fights are merely foreplay that confuses both of our minds.