Page 9 of De Luca: The Saint

He folds his arms over his chest and arches an eyebrow, “Take it all off, Kat. I may not get to fuck you, but I want to see every fucking inch of you.”

I shake my head no, “I’m not going to be completely naked if you’re not.”

The grin he gives me would melt my panties if I were wearing any.

“Dirty girl, if you want to see my cock you only need to ask.”

I’m not sure how many shades of red there are, but I must be blushing every one of them. My embarrassment turns into something else as I watch Damian slowly remove his boxers. I allow my eyes to travel his body, taking in the vast number of tattoos before moving down between his legs. A massive erection bobs proudly between his muscular thighs. My eyes widen as I spot the jewelry. He’s pierced. I stare at the silver metal embedded in the underside of his large dick. I know it’s not considered polite to stare, I can’t stop myself. Never in my life have I ever known someone that’s had that pierced.

“Your turn Kat.”

I sit up and reach behind me, unclasping my bra with shaky fingers, and slide it down my arms before tossing it with my shirt.

He groans as he squeezes his dick, “Fucking stunning.”

Walking around to the side of the bed, he commands, “Open for me, Angel.”

There’s a big part of me that wants to bolt. I shouldn’t be here, doing this with him of all men, but there’s also part of me that really wants this. The way he looks at me, like he’s a drowning man and I’m his lifeboat, is potent. And I’m getting a little tired of being the only one in my group of friends without the experience of an orgasm. I’m twenty-one, and while I’ve had sex, I’ve never had pleasure from a man. Isn’t that the most basic human experience? People that don’t even like each other have sex. Besides, this isn’t sex. I open my legs, and he crawls between them. I expect him to get down to business and do what he said he would, but he doesn’t. Damian places a hand on either side of my head, leans forward, and swipes his tongue across my lips. He presses his lips to mine, and suddenly, all my overthinking is over.

I can’t think about anything other than the butterflies in my stomach and the throbbing between my thighs.

He slides his tongue into my mouth and kisses me slowly at first but then becomes ravenous. Like he’s been starving for this. For me. I’m sure he gets a ton of female attention. I think all the De Luca men do. He breaks our kiss and moves to my neck, placing soft kisses on my skin before running his tongue from my collarbone to my ear. When he speaks, his voice is low and gravely, “Fuck, sweet angel. I’ll never get the memory of your scent from my mind.”

I moan from his words and hot breath brushing against my ear.

Damian moves down to my breasts. He groans, “These tits are perfect,” He sits up on his knees and brushes his thumbs over both of my nipples before leaning down and taking one into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around and then bites down, causing me to yelp. There’s a fire in his eyes as he watches my every reaction. He releases my nipple and moves further down my body, lavishing my abdomen with sweet kisses and lashes of his tongue.

Chapter Six

Damian

I move between her legs, pinning her thighs down to the bed, and catch the scent of her arousal. I’ve never had a problem pleasing a woman, but this one is different. I’m obsessed with the thought of making her come, and before I even taste her pussy I know it’s going to be a problem. I agreed to nothing more other than tonight. When I said it, I knew I was a fucking liar. When I saw that asshole trying to assault her, maybe I even knew it then. I won’t do anything crazy like fall in love with her. But one time will never satisfy my craving. Like a diabetic knowing they shouldn’t have that one bite of chocolate cake, I’m making a poor choice. One that’s going to make me go insane. Still, I won’t deny myself this hunger. Her scent will be my fucking undoing.

I place a soft kiss on her clit, and she jumps from the contact causing me to chuckle, “Hold still, Kitty Kat.”

I gaze into her eyes as I run my tongue up her center, her cheeks heat, causing them to redden once again.

When I swipe her clit with my tongue repeatedly, she whimpers, “Damian.” Fuck me if I don’t love the way she sounds, the way she writhes underneath me. I slide two fingers inside her, fucking her slowly, while I begin to softly suck on her clit, allowing my eyes to travel the length of her body.

Her eyes are wide with desire as they burn with need. Her slender little neck pulses as her heart-rate increases and her lips part slightly, while she moans for me, she attempts to move away from me but I don’t let her, “Come for me, Angel.” I suck her swollen little clit harder as I fuck her with my fingers.

Again, she tries to get away, “Stop. No. I can’t- it’s t-t-too intense.”

I don’t stop. There's no way I’m going to, until I’m drenched in her come. She thinks this is a one-time thing, but it’s not. I’ll own her first orgasm and every memory of it. No man will ever measure up to me. I’ll be fucking sure of it.

I wiggle my fingers reaching her ‘G’ spot while sucking her clit harder.

Her back arches off the bed while she screams in pleasure, and she squirts, fucking squirts, drenching my face. Jesus Christ, this woman is pure perfection.

Once she comes down from her high, I remove my fingers from her, sucking them clean, “Good girl, Kitty Kat.”

She stares at me with confusion, “Did I do that?”

I grin, “You squirted for me.”

Shaking her head, she says, “I’m going to die from embarrassment. I’m so sorry.”

“You’re sorry?”

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