Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
He was so rough and ruthless, taking what he wanted from me. As I hooked my legs around his neck, I leaned back, surprised to see so many eyes on us. My skin pricked with tiny bumps, a strange mixture of excitement and adrenaline coursing over me.
Luca removed his fingers from my pussy and clutched my thighs, his tongue sliding between my slick folds. He licked me like a starved man. Deeper and deeper, his tongue left no part of me uncharted. Out of breath and with my skin covered in sweat, I looked into Luca’s eyes as he grabbed my ass cheeks and devoured me.
“Fuck, Luca,” I moaned as I massaged my nipples. “Oh, my God. Mmm… I’m going to come.”
Sweat slid between my breasts as my body trembled, chasing one orgasm and then another, both of them pouring out of me in waves.
My heart hammered in my chest, begging to break free as the last of the tremors rocked through me. Luca slid my legs off his shoulders and wrapped them around his back, so I was straddling him naked. He was the only person in the room still fully dressed.
I grabbed his tie and pulled his lips to mine, tasting myself on him as we kissed. I ripped off his tie and began working on the buttons of his dress shirt. He shoved the suit jacket over his shoulders, and his shirt was next to go. Luca lifted me in his arms and got up from the chair, setting my feet on the floor as he removed his pants.
Chest rising and falling, I stared into his eyes and waited for him to make the next move. His hand fell to the back of my head, and he gave me a gentle push. I lowered to my knees in front of him, fisting his thick cock in my hand.
“Be a good girl,” he groaned as his fingers wove through my hair. “Suck my cock.”
I flattened my tongue and licked his shaft, teasing him before I sucked on the tip. Wrapping my hand around him, I pumped him into my mouth, taking him inch by inch until I could feel him in the back of my throat. His groans turned feral as I rubbed him against the roof of my mouth, sucking him until his body trembled, making me work harder to help him chase his release.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth and helped me to my feet. His fingers branded my throat, draining the air from my lungs as he swiped his tongue over my bottom lip. An unspoken bond passed between us as he dragged me to the side of his throne-like chair.
Luca bent me over, his hand still around my throat when his cock pushed inside me. Using the chair’s arm for support, I gripped the wood and screamed with each rough thrust. I no longer cared about everyone staring at us, getting off to each of my moans as I had done earlier to theirs.
He fucked me hard and without limits, his cock so deep inside me he could have left an imprint. My legs shook along with the rest of my body. Luca gripped my ass cheeks and drove into me as if possessed. Lifting me higher, he changed the angle. His arms trembled from holding me up, but he didn’t seem to care if his body gave out as long as we both came.
Another orgasm stirred inside me, and heat rushed down my chest, arms, and thighs. And then Luca was right after me, losing himself, chasing another high as his warmth filled me. He smacked my ass playfully.
Before I collapsed, Luca pulled me onto his lap, resuming his place on the throne. All eyes were on us again. Maybe we’d never lost their attention. I was too busy having multiple orgasms to notice or care.
His hand cupped my cheek. “See the looks on their faces,” Luca whispered into my ear. “That’s admiration, baby girl. You earned it.”
Alex
I rolled over in Luca’s bed—our bed—shocked to find my handsome Devil sleeping beside me. He never slept more than a few hours before work, family, or his inner demons pulled him from his slumber.
Not like my dreams were any better. The past and the uncertainty of my future haunted me.
I curled up on a stack of pillows, staring at his powerful jaw, those full lips I could kiss forever, and his long, black eyelashes that fanned out against his olive skin.
He was beautiful.
And mine.
A smile tugged at my lips as I brushed my fingers over his smooth cheek. The ring on my left hand gleamed in the sunlight that filtered through the French doors. My heart swelled with joy at the sight of his mother’s engagement ring on my finger. I didn’t feel worthy of stepping into my idol’s shoes, and yet we were getting married in two weeks.