“Yes, please, ma’am,” he says, his voice thick with desire.
“Such good manners,” I praise him, my lips gliding over his sculpted chest as I move down his body. This is the first time I’ve done it like this—unhurried and indulgent—kissing his stomach, the ridges of his hard abs, and then following the ‘V’ lower to the dusting of fine hair that arrows down to his crotch. He lifts his hips as I slide his sweatpants down, finally allowing his cock tospring free, the head red and angry as it leaks from the tip.
I swirl my tongue around the crown, humming when his hard length twitches. As I swallow him, hollowing my cheeks, I cup his balls in my hand, giving them a gentle squeeze.
“Fuck, I don’t know if I can hold it, Angel. It feels too good,” Luca says with a groan, unable to resist thrusting into my throat.
I release him with a pop, and gaze up at him through my lashes. “Careful, pet. Remember who you’re talking to.” I squeeze his balls harder, and he lets out a hiss.
“Sorry, ma’am,” he grits out. Sweat coats his brow, and I can tell he’s barely holding on by a thread. Power surges through me at the thought of owning this man’s pleasure in the palm of my hand.
“Be a good boy and hold on a little longer. I promise it will be worth the wait.” Luca nods, and I gather saliva in my mouth before spitting on his cock.
“Holy shit,” he whispers reverently, staring down at me through hooded eyes. I fist my hand around his velvet skin, applying pressure as I stroke him from base to tip. My gaze doesn’t waver as I work him up again, alternating between my mouth and my hand, savouring the salty taste as he leaks against my tongue. The need aching between my thighs grows with every suck, and I edge him one final time.
When I pull away, he tugs so hard against the handcuffs that I worry he’s going to snap his wrists in order tobreak free.
“Are you ready for me, pet?” I purr as I straddle his lap, hovering over his throbbing cock.
“Yes, ma’am.” His voice is strained, sweat coating his body.
I lean forward and lick into his parted mouth. “Such a good boy for me,” I praise him as I sink down slowly, my pussy stretching with his size, swallowing him inch by glorious fucking inch until I’m fully seated.
For a moment, we just stare into each other’s eyes, our panting breaths mingling between us. But the need builds inside me the longer he fills me, and I roll my hips, causing us both to moan. Luca’s barely holding on by a thread as he thrusts his hips up to meet my every move.
Needing to feel his hands on me, I lean in to unlock the handcuffs. His hands slide into my hair as soon as he’s free, and he pulls me in for a searing kiss. Our tongues instinctively search for one another as we move together in synchronicity. He thrusts into me forcefully, hitting my G-spot with every drive. I sit back on his lap, the indecent sound of my arse slapping his thighs adding to the intensity of our need for one another. He keeps my lips anchored to his with one hand gripping my nape, while the other drops to my clit, rubbing torturous circles.
“Gonna need you to come, Willow,” he grunts into my mouth. His use of my name sends sparks through my core. “Not. Going. To last. Much Longer.” Each word is punctuated by a thrust of his hips, sending electrical impulses to my brain that has me unable to comprehend the magnitude of what this means for us.
This isn’t just an angel and her phantom meeting up for an anonymous fuck in a sex club. This is two step-siblings entering into dangerous territory. There are no masks. Nothing to hide behind. The power balance has shifted and, all of a sudden, I’m hit with not only the most intense orgasm of my life, but the realisation that it won’t be as easy as I thought to let him go after this.
My head throws back as euphoria strikes me like a bolt of lightning, and I bite down on my bottom lip to muffle my cries of pleasure. Luca’s hands move to my hips as his reckless need for release has him burying himself deep and grunting loudly. His cock jerks as he empties inside me.
I collapse into his strong arms, trembling from the aftermath. He embraces me, our chests pressed together as our heartbeats gradually find their rhythm again. I want to pull away without falling for this man, but I don’t think I can. After the last twenty-four hours, we’ve connected in a way that I know is going to break both our hearts.
Chapter 11
Luca
Iam well and truly fucked.
Why is it that I finally find the woman I’ve been obsessing over for the last six months, and now I have to leave her?
I’m leaving Beckford.
There’s no getting around that fact.
I’ve waited my whole life for the opportunity to play football on one of the biggest stages in the world, and I’m one step closer to that. But fuck if some part of me doesn’t die inside at the thought of leaving Willow.
My stepsister.
Fuck!
My mind is assaulted with the realisation that I’ve wasted so much time with her. For four years, my perfect match has been living under the same roof, and I’ve ignored her.
As we lay wrapped around one another on her bed, our chests rising and falling in sync as we come down from our high, I can’t stop touching her. My fingers traceover every inch of her beautiful curves while my lips claim hers.
Time ceases to exist as each kiss evokes a symphony of sensations—desire, need, and an understanding of how two human bodies can connect on such an intimate level. With every passing minute, I forget about football and everything that is waiting for us outside these four walls.
