Luca licked her pussy thoroughly until she started to see bright tiny stars dancing around the front of her head. He roughly sucked her clit into his hot mouth and groaned on it with satisfaction. Her pussy gushed out juices, moisturizing his full beard. La’Nova juices flowed in between her meaty ass cheeks. Luca wasted no time spreading them and catching every drop. His groans sent waves of vibration that turned into pleasure, making her vision blurry instantly.
He was back licking and sucking on every part of her wet pussy like he was starved. Luca was confident that La’Nova probably thought she would cum only once. He was going to prove her logic wrong and make her cum until she weakly cried out for mercy or even better passed out. He had things still on his list to do before the clock struck midnight. The lesson for La’Nova tonight would be to remember what his mouth could do first before she even got to experience his grade A dick.
Her orgasm ripped through her, causing her insides to twist and turn inside out. Luca didn’t slow down nor come up for air. His arms remained locked under her thighs, keeping them wide open so he could continue to eat through her orgasm.
Oversensitivity kicked in within seconds, making her body buck off the floor. Stubborn tears slid out the sides of her eyes and rolled into her sideburns.
“L-Luca, please!” She cried out and choked over her own spit.
He ignored her and continued to fuck her with his tongue. He groaned while tasting her sticky liquid that stuck to her already contracting walls. He dug his tongue in deeper, searching for the spongey destination that would surely make her cum again.
He angled her hips in a way that gave him better access to her treasure. His eyes landed on the bottom of her stomach as he drunk in every wave and shiver her body produced. Soon the oversensitivity ache morphed back into pleasure. Her attempts of trying to push him away turned into her hand inching toward her breasts.
She pulled her shirt up and played with her nipples as tingles started to spread throughout the rest of her body. She fought for air, chanting his name like a spell. La’Nova pinched and tugged at her nipples while she rotated her pussy into Luca’s mouth.
Like a beast being starved, he flicked his tongue up and down against her G-spot then quickly replaced his tongue with his finger. Pressing down against her internal spot with his finger, he flicked his tongue against her clit, making her body convulse as he spanked it ferociously. Feeling overwhelmed, she tried to push his head back but to no avail. Luca was locked in and obsessed.
Obsessed with how her pussy gushed out for him.
Obsessed with how her body reacted.
Obsessed with the acquired taste that he grown addicted to with the first taste.
He bit her clit softly then sucked on it, only to bite then suck the pain away tenaciously. La’Nova cried out but it only seemed to encourage his unyielding feasting even more.
“Luca—” She tried to speak but was cut off by another orgasm.
She cried out as if she was in pain while Luca continued to lap at her pussy like he needed it to survive. He was out of control; it was as if his tongue and mouth had a mind of its own. He tongue-kissed her pussy, then blew his cool breath on it to cool it off.
La’Nova’s teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she moaned out his name weakly. Lost in the overwhelming intensity of the moment, she ran her hands down his waves lovingly before she struggled with keeping her eyes open. She was in and out of consciousness and knew she was about to pass out against her will.
Did this nigga have dope on his tongue?Was her last thought before she passed out.
Chapter 6
The past…
The first time Luca learned that Kentrell hated him, he was still small enough to believe love moved in straight lines. Young enough to believe that if you were family sharing the same blood, the love was supposed to be there no matter the differences.
The smell of their father’s study stuck with Luca each day. It was the smell that brought comfort to his little mind. In that space, Dontrell schooled his sons and spent quality time with them behind closed doors without any interruptions.
His father’s study smelled like leather chairs warmed by years of use, cigars that rested untouched in crystal trays, along with polished wood that reflected how well the room was upkept. Their father ruled everything beyond those doors with an iron calm. But inside that space his voice softened.
He cared for both of his sons and kept them well balanced. There was no such thing about Dontrell having a favorite son, but he could point out the strong and weak traits in each one of his boys. Love from Dontrell was measured in equal portions. He gave them both the same amount of attention and trainedboth boys to grow up and be better men than he considered himself to be.
Kentrell was older by two years. To Luca, his brother was a myth before he was man. The way Kentrell walked through rooms like he already owned them like their father did. The way soldiers lowered their eyes when just a ten-year-old boy walked past. Luca followed him silently; he memorized his big brother’s footsteps, hoping one day his own would sound the same. Luca considered Kentrell to be a superhero.
He’d listen to his father speak and soak up all the knowledge that his little mind could. In the same breath, he’d watch his big brother and admired how smart and confident he was. Kentrell had the kind of confidence that couldn’t be taught. He excelled in everything and always appeared to have the answers to any questions Luca had as a little brother when he could talk.
After their regular morning meeting, Dontrell told his boys that he would be gone for at least a week for business. Luca was excited and sad at the same time. He loved when his father was home. Things just seemed to be a little bit easier since the tragic accident that left him speechless.
This particular morning, Luca waited at the bottom of the stairs, clutching a toy car so tightly the plastic bent into his palm. Their father had kissed both of them on the forehead before leaving. Luca had watched carefully, counting every gesture. One kiss for Kentrell, one for him. It was fair. He watched carefully just in case his father didn’t do something equally between him and Kentrell. Luca knew that it would be a problem, not for him but for his brother.
He hadn’t realized how he always held his breath whenever it was his turn to receive love from his father in front of hisbrother. He always looked at his brother to see if he frowned like he always did. This morning, Kentrell didn’t even give his little brother his eyes.
Luca also took note of how each day things seemed to get weird between him and Kentrell. Kentrell hardly uttered a word to him. He was used to getting on his big brother’s nerves. Before his accident, the boys would argue and even fight but things would go back to normal. Luca found himself begging every day or forcing his way into Kentrell’s space just to get attention from him or even spend time with him.
Luca’s little mind couldn’t process what had changed between him and Kentrell. He never noticed that the way Kentrell had treated him wasn’t the same. Kentrell hated Luca and was tired of pretending just for his parents to stay off his case about caring for his younger brother. Kentrell was also happy that Luca couldn’t speak. It gave him a peace of mind from hearing his annoying ass voice. The major thing that changed between the two was that Kentrell stopped faking his like for Luca.
