Page 52 of Sinful Escape

Clutching the tartan blanket, I prepared for spectacular.

Luca’s hands were warm and eager as he hooked them beneath my knees and pulled me toward him. He lowered his head between my legs. My breath trapped in my throat.

With his dazzling eyes piercing me, he did something no man had ever done. He licked my vagina. His first touch nearly shot me out of the stables. I snapped my knees shut, and he pulled back just in time. Clutching the tartan, I gasped for air. My mind raced. My heart did too. His tongue was warm and slick.

Weird . . . but fucking wonderful.

He returned his tongue to me. It was hot, oh so hot. He rolled it around my clit and the sensation shot me to the moon. Luca was a master. Each stroke of his tongue loaded another exquisite layer onto a second orgasm building inside me. He added a finger to his tongue, sliding it into my throbbing abyss, increasing the gloriousness.

Oh. My. God. My building orgasm was huge. Mammoth.

In and out, he drove his finger. Up and across, he maneuvered his hot tongue. He mixed it up. Slow, then fast. Licking. Plunging. Sucking.

My point of release came so swiftly it caught me by surprise.

I imploded. Exploded.

My body shattered into glorious quivering pieces.

“Holy.” My voice wobbled. “Wow.”

Luca’s grin took his already stunning looks to extraordinary. “You okay?”

“Uh-huh.” Words were impossible.

His face was a mixture of curiosity and expectancy. He wanted me, and oh my god, if that didn’t make me feel incredible.

I spread my legs again and eased my hips forward. I wanted more. Oh, so much more. “Okay.” I barely recognized my voice. “I’m ready.”

I thought he’d wriggle forward and aim his rock-hard rod at me. But with an intriguing smile curled on his lips, he lowered himself between my legs again. His warm tongue rolled around my sensitive bud, and I tried to absorb every exquisite sensation. Hot. Wet. Incredible.

Why, oh why, did I wait until I was twenty-nine to experience this?

My gaze shifted from his bobbing head to the stable ceiling and back again. My world tilted, and everything disappeared. There was just my pussy and his expert tongue.

I was lost in absolute bliss.

Luca explored my depths, taking his time. His magical tongue met my own raging fire. I raised my hips, begging for more. Luca was a miracle worker. As his tongue continued gliding up and down, his finger twisted in and out.

Gasping, I snapped my knees shut, trapping him there as wild sensations shot through me. But he didn’t stop. No, no. He did the opposite. He drove his fingers faster and harder, matching his thrusts with his flicking tongue.

I couldn’t hold back a second more, and as I clutched a handful of his hair, another orgasm raced through me. He continued his attention to my pussy, drawing out every last drop of my climax. I moaned with the long, sweet pleasure of release until it ebbed from my body.

“Daisy.”

My eyes shot open at the sound of Roman’s voice.

Luca and I froze.

His giant cock pointed at my face.

His eyes met mine.

And Luca’s fingers stayed inside me.

Chapter Twelve

Roman’s footfalls echoed off the path outside.

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