Page 145 of The Rival's Obsession
“It’s yours,” he whispers. “Fuck, Dante, please. I’m yours.”
That’s right.
I slide my fingers between his cheeks—rubbing, teasing, circling his entrance—until he’s squirming. Begging. His voice breaking as he pleads for more—for me.
“God, please, I need you inside. Need your cock—fuck, Dante, please.” He begs as I tease his mouth with my tongue.
I press in—slow and careful—watching every flicker of emotion cross his face. I ease past that tight ring of muscle, groaning as I finally sink into him.
Fucking hell.
He’s so tight I see stars.
I give him time, sliding in and out with deliberate care. My hands grip his hips, my forehead pressed to his as he adjusts. We breathe together. Move together.
This isn’t just fucking.
This is us.
When I finally bottom out—chest pressed to his, legs tangled, mouths inches apart—we freeze. Eyes locked.
And then I start to move.
Slow. Deep. Intentional.
“You feel that?” I growl against his mouth. “Feel how fucking deep I am?”
Grant arches, mouth falling open in a perfect cry.
“This cock was made to ruin you. To stretch this sweet hole open and keep it open. Every inch of me inside you until you can’t fucking breathe.”
He moans—high, broken, perfect.
“I’m gonna fuck you senseless, Lucciolina. Gonna make you forget your name. Gonna fill you so full of my cum, it’ll be leaking out of you for days.”
He claws at my back, eyes rolling as I drive into him over and over.
“You love it, don’t you? Love being my little fuck toy. Love knowing I own this body now. No one else gets to touch. No one else gets this.”
“Dante—oh fuck—yes,” he cries, legs tightening around me.
“That’s it, baby. Take it. Take all of me. Be a good boy and take what I’m giving you.”
I grab the headboard, knuckles white, using it to pound into his tight, perfect fucking ass—knowing he’s ruining me as much as I’m ruining him.
And when we come—it’s chaos.
There’s nothing soft about it. No muffled sounds or quiet sighs.
We shout.
We curse.
We break.
He clenches around me as he spills between us, and I drive deep—grinding in—filling him with everything I have.
My name on his lips.
