Page 30 of Entangled

Those were the things he found when he finally buried his cock balls-deep inside Cara Rossi for the first time in months.

Love, and selfish, and more were the words that slipped through his mind when she shuddered under him, and her nails raked stinging lines along his back.

“Fucking take me,” he ground out against the hollow of her throat. “Take all of me, Cara, and show me how much you want it. Show me how good you are for it, sweet girl.”

Cara only mumbled a broken cry of his name. Her back arched hard from the bed while her legs opened even wider. She pushed her head back farther into the sheets, and her teeth clenched around another whine as he fucked her harder.

He couldn’t get deep enough.

He couldn’t fuck hard enough.

Not enough to feel like he was ever going to satisfy how much he needed, loved, and wanted this fucking woman.

“I want … I want …” Cara’s words melted together in a gasping breath that he couldn’t understand. But with every thrust of his body against hers, with every slide of his cock inside the wet clenching heat of her cunt, he knew what it was. She wanted to come, and he needed that too. More than his own pleasure, he needed hers. “Please.”

He knew what she wanted for that, too.

Not nice, not easy, and not soft or slow.

She wanted his hand on her throat, taking away her air, and a brutal fucking that would ache when she was finally done coming. He gave her exactly that, reveling in the way her cunt clamped down on his cock when his fingers curved tightly to her throat and how the blues of her eyes sparkled with bliss when his rhythm turned harsher.

Shit, her orgasm came on fast.

Even with his hand on her throat, her scream was beautiful.

Gian thought he might be able to hold off his own need to come long enough to fuck her through it, and then get her on her knees to finish him off.

He was wrong.

He came hard, emptying every bit of cum into her cunt as the last shudder racked its way through Cara’s body. His fingers loosened their hold on her throat—he’d never trusted his control to choke her while he came and he wasn’t about to start testing the waters right then.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Gian mumbled.

He was too fucking sensitive and too damn weak all of the sudden. Pulling out of her warm pussy was the hardest thing he ever had to do, but he needed to so he could breathe.

Cara’s light, breathless laughter echoed into the room. His cock—covered in their fluids—rested semi-hard against her thigh. He felt her fingertips slide along his length, and looked down to find her using their mingled cum to lubricate her clit as her fingers started stroking fast circles.

“Shit,” Gian breathed. “That’s fucking hot, Cara.”

Her smile was sinful. “Watch me come again.”

Jesus Christ.

His cock was already perking up.

“Watch me, Gian,” Cara whispered.

All. Fucking. Night. Long.

“Tabernac.” Gian’s curse came out as a low rumble, his irritation rising as he was forced to roll away from soft, naked skin in his bed. He couldn’t let go of Cara completely, so he picked up the ringing cell phone on the nightstand and stroked a hand up her spine with his other. All of his frustration leaked into his tired voice when he answered the call with, “Do you know what goddamn time it is, and what in the fuck do you want?”

“Yeah, it’s after nine and Sunday, Gian. Since when do you sleep in and where in the hell are you?”

Dom’s voice made Gian sit up in the bed, but he still didn’t stop touching Cara as he moved. She grounded him—her presence calmed him. He had been a mess for months and for a moment, he was okay.

“It’s Sunday, Gian,” Dom repeated. “Mass started already. Elena put out a call to a couple of people when you didn’t show up this morning at the mansion, though you were supposed to be there last night. What the fuck?”

Saturday at the mansion.