Page 27 of A Very Grumpy Green Beret

I never will.

She arches beneath me, and my control fractures. I slide a hand down her side, memorizing every soft curve as her breathing turns ragged. I squeeze her ass, then my hand snakes between us, finding her wet and ready for me. When my thumb brushes her clit, she makes a needy little sound against my mouth.

That sound nearly finishes me.

I jiggle that little bundle of nerves beneath my finger, my mouth attacking hers. Perry clings to me, her fingers tugging the strands of my hair as she writhes beneath me. I grind the palm of my hand against her little pearl as I thrust one finger inside her tight channel, then two.

I stretch her there, my fingers working her higher as I spear my tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers. Her hips rock against my hand, and I groan as I feel her pulse around my digits.

“Ah!” she cries out. “Luca!”

My lips latch onto her neck, and I suck there, leaving a mark as my fingers continue to tease her, prolonging her orgasm.

“Fuck,” she gasps.

I smile, my lips finding hers once again. She kisses me, nipping at my bottom lip as I gently pull my fingers out of her dripping pussy.

I pull back long enough for both of us to catch our breath, resting my forehead against hers.

“We still need to talk about us,” I mumble against her lips.

She sucks in a breath. We’re still breathing heavily as she pushes up onto her hands and knees. She presses on my shoulders until I roll onto my back. I grip her hips, helping her straddle me. When her soft hand wraps around my cock, guiding me to her tight hole, I grit my teeth.

“Fuck, the things you do to me,” I groan.

“I haven’t done anything yet,” she whispers seductively.

Her hips rock, and she takes the tip of my dick into her wet heat. My eyes almost roll back in my head at the sensation of her pussy cinching tight around my cock. She’s still so wet, so hot from her orgasm, and my cock slips in easily.

“Yes,” she moans, her nails scraping my pecs as she works herself down my length.

I watch her in awe as she rides me. She’s so fucking sexy, so beautiful. Her face is flushed, her cheeks a rosy pink. Her hair sways around her shoulders with her movements, and I reach up, wrapping the locks around my fist. I use that leverage to tug her head back, then lean up and kiss my way down the column of her neck.

“Luca,” she cries, her hips bucking faster against mine.

“That’s it. Ride me harder. I want to watch you fall apart,” I tell her.

My hand tightens in her hair, and Perry cries out, her nails biting into my chest as she grinds down on my dick. Wet slaps create a symphony, and I thrust my hips up, meeting her downward strokes perfectly.

“Luca,” she gasps as she approaches her peak.

Her eyes darken and lose focus, getting that hazy, love-drunk look again. I grit my teeth, holding back my release. Perry arches, her face tipping up to the ceiling as she bounces up and down my thick pole.

“Oh, God,” she shrieks, going off like a bomb.

I grit her name out from between my teeth as I follow her over. We come together, our bodies still rocking, grinding, and straining together as we wring out every ounce of our pleasure.

We’re covered in a thin sheen of sweat as Perry collapses against my chest, her hair tickling my chin. I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her to me as we relax, enjoying the post-sex glow.

“What were you saying about us?” Perry mumbles, still struggling to catch her breath.

I wrap my arms around her waist, rolling her under me. She gasps as my cock stays buried inside her, and I kiss her neck.

My hand finds my bedside table, and I yank open the drawer, reaching inside to pull out the little velvet box.

“Luca!” Perry gasps, her eyes widening when she sees what I’m holding.

“Perry, I love you. I want to keep you safe. I want to make you laugh. I want to make you happier than you’ve ever been in your entire life. Will you let me?” I ask, opening the lid of the ring box.