“Eyes on me, baby,” Luca says, and I struggle to meet his stare.
“I like when you listen to me.” A grin spreads across his face and his mouth descends once again, bringing me right to the edge before he pulls away.
“Asshole,” I mutter, and he chuckles.
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re turned on and frustrated,” Luca says.
I throw up my middle finger at him, and he pounces on me, pinning me down, binding my hands with his grip.
“You’re so incredibly sexy,” he says, and I feel my body melt from his words alone. “Let’s see how ready you are for me.”
His fingers tease my folds, slipping one finger in as he curls it, and I shift slightly, finding that sweet spot.
Through heavy-lidded eyes, I stare up at him, but the struggle is real, and I let my eyes fall shut.
“Did you just purr?” Luca whispers into my ear as a soft moan spills past my lips. “God, that’s fucking hot.”
His mouth is on mine as he guides two thick fingers inside of me, stroking me.
His touch is like fire, sending sparks coursing through me as heat floods my entire body, and as he pushes a third finger inside, my walls clench down, feeling the ripple of my first orgasm descending on me.
He keeps stroking me with his fingers, curling them inside as his lips capture my mouth. His tongue pushes past my lips as I rise, my back arching into him as I chase the wave before it comes crashing down.
My heart slams against my chest, my body trembling in his grasp, as I moan and shudder, finally letting go.
It takes a few seconds for me to catch my breath, and Luca releases his hold on me.
“I love watching you come for me,” Luca says, kissing my lips as I nibble on his bottom lip with a wry smile.
“I want to taste you,” I say, moving down his body, rolling us around so that he’s on his back. I move down his body, my breath teasing over the head before my tongue swipes out to touch him. I leave a trail of kisses down his length, listening to each sound he makes, memorizing all of them.
With each stroke of my tongue, his breathing quickens. I let my fingers graze over the shaft, my touch soft yet firm as I bring him farther in past my lips.
“Fuck, Harper.” He moans, and his fingers tangle in my hair, tugging me away. “Not like this,” he mutters.
“You don’t want me to let you finish?” I ask, staring up at him, breathing heavy as he drags me back onto the bed on my back.
“You’re such a good fucking girl for me, but I want your pussy to swallow me,” he rasps into my ear. “I’d rather feel you wrapped around my cock.”
He pins me down against the bed, and I hate to admit I love the feeling of him dominating me. It’s new for me, letting someone else be in control, and Luca definitely checks all those boxes.
He reaches for the bedside table and retrieves a condom, sheathing it over his cock and poising himself at my entrance.
“You’re so sexy, Harper.” He stares down at me, one hand sliding up beneath the jersey, caressing my breast, while his other hand stays firmly planted on his cock.
He rubs the head over my pussy, making me antsy and restless.
I move my hips, trying to bring him closer and guide him inside of me, but he’d rather take his time and drag every second out to eternity.
Sweet fucking torture.
“I want you to fuck me, Luca,” I moan. “Please.” I sound desperate, but I feel even needier than I’ve ever felt in my life.
I’m clearly not above begging.
If that’s what it’ll take to get him to give me want I crave—his cock—then so be it.
“Good girl,” he whispers and covers my lips with his. “I like it when you beg me.”
