Unraveled (Guzzi Duet Book 1)(40)

His hips had started moving with the gentle beat of hers, too. Rocking, grinding—putting pressure in the right spot and then taking it away before she could get more.

Cara was sure her juices had soaked his cock already.

She couldn’t even find it in herself to be ashamed.

“Why?” Cara managed to ask while his teasing mouth traveled over her throat.

“Why, what?”

“Why is it a good thing that no one has ever fucked me like you?”

His arms encircled her then, one curling around her back and neck so that his hand could grab onto her hair. His other arm went between her legs and up over her ass so his palm laid flat to her lower spine. He held her there, forcing her head back so he could look her in the eyes while her body fucking shivered.

“Does it matter?” he asked.

“I answered your questions. Answer mine.”

“Because I like that it’s only been mine this way,” he told her. “The way I fuck you, how you let me have you. Your pussy, your ass, that fucking mouth, and the rest of your body. How you say my name and the sounds you make when you’re about to come but you know you need to wait. You’re greedy as hell when I’m eating your cunt and then sweet as hell in the morning, demanding that I read to you. When you want to get on your knees like you’re about to pray, but all you do is open up that goddamn mouth of yours and suck me dry instead. It’s … it’s insane, but it’s fucking beautiful, Cara. And it’s only been mine like that. Someone else might have gotten something else, but I get this, and that’s addicting. You’re addictive.”

She took a shaky breath. “And you don’t think you’re addictive, too?”

His arms tightened to her body and her hair. “As long as it’s mine, sweetheart.”

She was ruined for anyone else, anyway.

Didn’t he already know that?

Well, how could he know, when she was now realizing it, too?

“Who the hell else could make me fucking crazy like you do, Gian?”

He only grinned—sexy, cocky, and pleased.

“You know what I was most pissed off about, the morning after my car got bombed?” he asked.

“What was that?”

“I ruined my damn phone and—”

“Lost your filthy porn.”

Gian laughed. “Well, yeah.”

“You’ll get more.”

“Of you? I’d say so.”

Cara’s gaze snapped to his fast. “Only me.”

Gian’s grin melted into a smile before he kissed her mouth once more, softer than before. “Who the fuck else?”

Exactly.

“You do have to get up and get ready,” he reminded her.

She was more interested in his mouth, hands, and cock.

They were far more interesting.

“In a minute,” Cara said absently.

He let her go then, his arms releasing her from that snake-like hold so he could grab her face and kiss her mouth over and over.

Cara rotated her hips on Gian’s hard cock once more, determined to get back in her happy place, but he had other things in mind. Better things. His hand dove between their bodies, and the next time Cara ground along his length, he filled her full with one hard flex of his hips, driving upwards against her pussy.

She hadn’t been expecting the move, if only because he was always so careful to grab a condom first, though she had told him before that she was on the pill. But she liked him this way, too—bare and natural, filling and stretching her full, making her ache with nothing but him.

“Shit,” Gian groaned, holding Cara tight to his body so that she couldn’t move. “Fuck, I love your pussy.”

“Because it’s yours.”

His nod answered her back, and his eyes closed as she felt his cock jerk inside the tight walls of her sex. She was wet as fuck as her hand snuck between their bodies to feel the base of his bare cock fitted snug to her cunt. Hot, too, she realized.

Cara’s fingers slid over her clit with gentle strokes, making her inner muscles tighten and release with each touch.

“Could you come like that?” Gian asked, never opening his eyes. “Just stretched full of my cock and playing with your cunt, could you?”

“Yes, but not as fast as I would like.”

“And how would you like it, Cara?”

“You already know.”

Gian’s eyes opened, making Cara still on top of him entirely. “Yeah, I do.”

She hadn’t even blinked before one of his hands tangled into her hair and the other found her throat. The second his fingers tightened, choking and pulling at the same time, his hips thrust upward, driving into her again. Cara let him pull her forward, enough to lift her hips and let him pound into her pussy, deep and hard enough to make the rest of the room disappear. It was only the sound of them—his cock slamming into her, her pussy taking him in, all wet and tight, her whines and his whispers—and nothing else.

“Ride me or take it,” Gian muttered through his clenched teeth. “Fuck me how you want to, or take my cock the way I know you can, Cara.”

“I want both.”

She was greedy that way, too. Greedy enough for him to back her ass into his every thrust, but still needy enough to make him pound into her hard enough to make her fucking crazy.