Page 112 of Luca

My heart is jackhammering in my chest, a sheen of sweat covering my skin. I feel like I’m dreaming as he stands and pulls his boxers down, his cock hard and heavy. This manisa god. He wraps his fist around the base of his thick, veiny length and begins to stroke himself.

“Can I have a lick?”

“No, Cucciolotta. I nearly came all over your sheets a moment ago. I’m not going to last much longer.”

I spread my legs and drop the pads of my fingers to my mound, hoping to encourage him to not hold back a minute more.

“We’ve never talked about this. I don’t have a condom. I never thought I’d… we’d…”

“It’s okay. I’m clean. Have you been with anyone since—” I’ve already told him I can’t get pregnant. Let’s hope he doesn’t decide this moment is the time to ask for details.

“Fuck no. Jillian, you’re it for me. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.”

Luca crawls over me, kissing me as he glides his cock through my sex. The taste of blueberry mixed with my arousal on his tongue is as much of a turn on as feeling his hard body writhe above me. He leans down, capturing a nipple between his teeth, before doing the same with the other. Before long, I’m so eager to have him inside me, I think I might have to beg.

“You want my cock, baby?”

“Yes,” I groan. My nails are probably drawing blood from the way I have them buried in his backside.

He adjusts his position, lifting my legs up so my feet are resting at his shoulders, and slides in with one sharp thrust of his hips.

“Oh god.”

“Shhhh. Don’t make me gag you. You feel so good, you just have to be quiet a few more minutes.” He slowly rocks his pelvis, the glide of his heavy cock in and out of me is pushing me to the edge again. But I need friction if I’m going to join him in what I know will be an explosive orgasm.

As if the man has read my mind, he grabs hold of my hips as his pace picks up. The feel of his pelvis striking mine with each drive into me has me coming unglued. I dig my nails into the bedsheets, rocking my head back and forth, my climax rapidly building.

“Look at you, stretched around my cock, taking all of me like a good girl.”

A groan sneaks out, and I bite down on my lip to keep it from getting any louder.

“Stai godendo?”

“What did you say?” I pant.

“I asked if you’re enjoying it.” He smirks, and my eyes roll back in my head. He drops his thumb to my clit as he pistons into me, and I nearly rip the sheets in two as I hang on for dear life. My orgasm crashes into me, and I’m suddenly free-falling into bliss. My body shudders around him.

“Ti amo. Ti amo. Ti amo.”

Wait. Even in my post orgasm fog, I know that one.

“Fuck,” he groans above me. I open my eyes in time to see him spread my legs wider, holding his body still as he pulses inside me. The artful ink on his toned olive skin glimmers with sweat, his abdominal muscles tight and defined. There can’t be amore attractive man on earth than the one above me right now. I’m certain of it.

“I love you too.”

Luca gradually opens his eyes and gives me a solemn look before lying down beside me. Pulling me into his embrace, I feel tender kisses along my temple.

“Jillian?”

“Yes?”

“Are you sure about this? With us?”

I stiffen. “I’ve never been moreunsureof anything.”

I look up as his face falls. “I believe you, Luca. About how dangerous this is. It feels wrong for a mother to welcome that into her children’s lives. But we belong together. I don’t know how to wrap my head around it, but it doesn’t even feel like a choice. We need you.”

Luca holds me tighter. We lie quietly in the dark long enough, I almost question if he’s fallen asleep. “You said you can’t get pregnant.”

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