Page 83 of Veil of Obsession

Lucio lets out a low, guttural groan, his hands flying up to grip my ass, spreading me open again.

“Fuck, Princess,” he growls, his voice almost reverent, yet sinful. “You’re dripping all over me.”

Heat flares through me; a moan escapes my lips as I grip his cock in my hand, my fingers not even touching as I wrap around his thickness. His piercing is warm against my palm, and I shudder, feeling the weight of him, the pulsing heat, the way he twitches in my grip.

Lucio doesn’t wait. Doesn’t hesitate. He drags his tongue over my folds, lapping up my wetness, groaning like a man starved, before sucking my clit between his lips, tugging, teasing, destroying.

I gasp, my grip tightening on his cock, my hips jerking against his mouth as pleasure crashes through me. But I don’t let him have all the control. I lower my mouth over his tip, my tongue flicking over the piercing, tracing along the metal, tasting him.

Lucio groans against my pussy, his hips arching slightly, his cock twitching as I tease him, drag my tongue down his length, sucking, slow, deep, taking him inch by inch.

“Fuck.” The word is a rough, strangled groan as his hand clenches on my ass, spreading me even wider, pulling me down harder on his face.

He fucks me with his tongue. I swallow him deeper. The air is thick with moans, with filthy, wet sounds. With the desperate, heady rhythm of two people who can’t stop taking, can’t stop devouring, can’t stop falling.

Lucio sucks hard, his tongue thrusting deep, and the pressure inside me winds tighter, tighter…so fucking tight I can barely breathe.

I moan around his cock, swallowing him deeper, my hands gripping his thighs as I take him to the back of my throat. Lucio shudders beneath me, groaning, his fingers digging into my flesh, his hips jerking.

“Fucking hell, Princess.”

The pressure snaps. I cry out, my body going taut, my thighs squeezing around his head as my orgasm tears through me, wave after wave of unbearable pleasure. My mouth is still wrapped around his cock as I whimper, moan, tremble.

Lucio growls, his body tensing beneath me, and then…

He grips my hips, dragging my off his face just as his own pleasure crashes over him. A low, brutal groan rips from his throat as he spills onto my tongue, hot and thick, his piercing pressing against my lips, his body jerking beneath me.

I swallow every drop. His fingers tangle in my hair, his breath ragged, sharp, wrecked. We stay like that, panting, trembling, the only sound in the room our shattered breathing.

Lucio lets out a low, dark chuckle, his fingers brushing over my thigh, gripping my ass, and pulling me back against him.

“You’re a fucking menace,” he murmurs, his voice rough, raw, completely undone.

I smirk, my nails dragging down his chest. “So are you.”

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Lucio

Princess slides off me, and I move quickly, pinning her beneath me. My legs settle between hers, my body pressing her into the bed, claiming the space above her.

Her face is still flushed from our little session, eyes wide and confused, as she breathes, “What are you doing?”

I lower my head, my lips ghosting over her cheek, her temple, before murmuring against her skin.

“I just wanted to make one thing clear.” My fingers press into her thighs, spreading them open wider, the heat of her pussy licking at me in waves. “You’re mine. After tonight, no one…” I drag my cock down her stomach, feeling her body shudder beneath me. “And I meanno onetouches you.

Her breath hitches, her lips parting. But it’s not my words that steal the air from her lungs. It’s the way my cock slides lower, nudging against her slick folds. Her eyes widen, her legs still wrapped around my waist, holding me there.

This is dangerous. This is fucking reckless.

I should stop. I should pull back. But instead, I watch the way she trembles beneath me, the way her body responds, the way her hips shift ever so slightly, as if begging me for more. My fingers press into the flesh of her inner thighs, so close to her pussy that her heat rolls off her, thick and heavy, pulling me closer. My gaze is so focused on her wet slit that I barely hear her moan my fucking name.

“Lucio—” Her voice is breathy, wrecked.

I don’t look at her, instead I let my cock rest right over her slick folds. She rolls her hips against me, dragging her pussy over my cock, smearing her wetness all over me—and I nearly lose it. She does it again, rubbing against me, making a mess of both of us.

And I do something that I probably shouldn’t: I indulge her.