He lost his patience immediately. “Get your ass over here.”
I hopped up from my chair, wearing rose gold leggings and a white sports bra, wanting to look presentable but comfortable at the same time. Luca had asked Andre to grab me some clothes, and this outfit was one of the things he’d bought. High-end and soft, too nice even to work out in.
When I was close enough, he grabbed my arm like I was trying to get away rather than move closer to him. Like he refused to come to me but wanted me with ferocity. He tugged me into him and caught my lips with his. He kissed me hard and breathed fire into my lungs like a dragon that claimed its treasure.
The second we touched, we felt like different people, a man and a woman who couldn’t bear to be apart from each other. I felt like more than a stranger when he touched me, felt like far more than an acquaintance when he kissed me. Despite the aggressiveness of his touch, it made me go soft.
He released my arm, and he circled my waist with his arm, bringing me close into his body, digging his hand into my hair like he wanted to fist it rather than touch it. He had to dip hishead to kiss me, bend his back for our mouths to reach because standing on my tiptoes like a ballerina just wasn’t enough.
He scooped his hands underneath my thighs and lifted me like he did when he carried me to the bed, but instead of doing that, he just stood there and held me, our mouths level to each other so we could continue the kiss.
The passion rose, but the speed of our affection dropped. His kisses turned slow and purposeful, feeling my lips like he’d never felt them before. I was petite, though still a 130-pound weight in his arms, but he held me like I weighed nothing. Like he lifted thrice my size every day in his home gym.
My arms circled his neck, and I was smothered in his scent. He smelled of cologne, but he also smelled like a man, like cigars and booze and gunpowder. When his body was right next to mine, he was like a furnace on a January morning.
He eventually carried me to the bed and placed me on the bedding like I was fragile glass. He dug his hands under my hips to the tops of my tights, and he yanked everything down to my ankles. He dropped his jeans and boxers and let them sink down his knees to his ankles before he tugged me to the edge of the bed with my ass hanging over. He left my sports bra on and pressed his big hands against the backs of my thighs to open me the way he wanted.
And then he entered me, his enormous head pushing through my folds and forcing its way inside. It took a moment for him to reach the arousal that had melted from his kiss, and he gave a quiet moan when he felt it.
I fucked him bareback and asked him to come inside me without really thinking about the consequences. I knew I was clean, butwas he? I’d jumped his bones so fast that I didn’t go through all the proper steps to make sure we were being safe. It was the heat of the moment, and I got swept up in the forest fire and let it burn me to ash.
He gave a hard thrust and pushed himself inside me, filling me with depth and girth, penetrating me until there was nowhere else to go. He hooked his hands over the tops of my thighs, and he tugged me into him, right where he wanted me.
I moaned, and halfway, it turned into a quiet wince, because he was a big man with a big dick.
But there was no such thing as too much dick.
Towering over me like Notre-Dame over Paris, he thrust into me hard and fast, giving me his full length every time like a construction worker with a drill. He’d walked in the door with an insatiable thirst and went straight for the watering hole. His core was as tight and thick as his arms, and watching him flex and tighten to fuck me was a turn-on of its own. His hands shifted my legs, bringing my knees closer to my waist, bending me like a hot pretzel from the mall,Forum des Halles.
He pounded into me with a speed that didn’t stop, his dick a piston in a V8 engine of a Maserati, fucking me like an animal in the middle of spring. And he looked so fucking hot doing it, like I was watching porn on my laptop with my fingers between my legs. Except this was real—and this was better.
I planted my hands on his stomach, and I moaned at the feeling of his strength, the way all the muscles moved to give him the power of an ox. His tight ass worked to fuck me, and I wanted to dig my nails deep into his flesh.
My climax shot off like a cannon that had a short fuse. Drops drained from the rivers in my eyes and streaked toward both of my ears. The pleasure was just so good, it took my breath away, but it also made me moan uncontrollably. I emitted a mixture of cries and moans and whimpers, the pleasure meeting a crescendo so high it felt like pain.
He fucked me harder as I came, giving me more of his rock-hard dick that pounded into me with greater power. He’d thrust into me at top speed since the beginning, never taking his foot off the gas.
I wanted to come at least once every three lays, so if I were seeing a guy who struck out all three times, I moved on to someone else. But so far, Luca had been two for two, and he didn’t want anything from me. He didn’t take me to dinner. Didn’t want to get to know me. Wasn’t looking for a woman or a wife.
But whenever he was physical, he was a different person. He said few words, but he showed so much of himself when he was intimate. He was selfless and giving. He was connected, looking into my eyes instead of flipping me over to stare at my ass. The concrete barriers he put around himself simply weren’t there.
“Come inside me.” My hands went to his arms to feel the bulging muscles there, my thumbs skimming over his rivers of veins. “Please…” It wasn’t usually a turn-on for me, but it was a turn-on for men. And now, it was a turn-on for me…because it was him.
His jaw clenched when my words had their desired effect. The veins in his neck popped. His abs hardened. The shadows cast between the muscles grew more prominent as his core tightened. He gave his final pumps, sweat beaded over his chest, his eyes borderline angry because they were so intense.
I snaked my hands up his arms to his shoulders. “Give it to me?—”
He snatched my hair in his hands so fast, gripping the strands like they were a rope around my neck. He leaned farther over me as he forced me up to bring our faces closer together, his hips still thrusting hard inside me without missing a beat. “Jesus Christ, this pussy…”
“Luca.” Eyes locked on his, I blew up his ego while making myself wetter at the same time. “Fuck me, Luca.”
He gave a grunt as his thrusts became irregular, his dick exploding with seed that he buried inside me. Another load to add to the last. Another metal pinned to his uniform. He claimed my lands and carved his name into the stone of the mountains. All the tension in his cords tightened, and his eyes looked deranged. He came like he was angry, but he looked so sexy doing it, the sexiest bedroom eyes I’d ever seen.
He gave another grunt as he finished, his breaths finally labored once he was done. His fingers relaxed in my hair, but he continued to stare at me like this wasn’t anywhere near over.
My hand went up his neck, and I felt his jawline with my thumb, trailing it to the side until I almost touched his ear. I felt the coarse hair, the shadow that had grown since he’d shaved that morning. Eyes dark like the night but with a touch that burned like fire. “Fuck me like that again.”
His eyes had shown their fatigue just a second ago, but they sharpened slightly at my words. There was also a hint of amusement somewhere on his face, somewhere I couldn’t identify. A slight lift of his lips. Or a smile in his eyes. I didn’t know.
