Page 5 of Sinful Promises

Maybe he didn’t like the taste of my pussy.

Oh, God. That last thought was a doozy. I picked up my pace before I had any more crushing ideas.

I stepped between the life-sized horse statues and entered the stable. “Bonjour, Luca. C'est Daisy.” My voice echoed off the stone-lined floor.

“I’m up here, Daisy.”

My heart galloped as I stepped into the open void centered between the stables and looked upward. Luca was leaning over the railing. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. He was naked.

“Come on. Hurry up.” With a beaming grin, he waved at me.

Giddy as a schoolgirl, I dashed toward the mahogany stairs at the rear of the building and climbed up, giggling like a randy truant.

I have lost control. Totally skipped off the reservation.

But I didn’t care. I needed this.

My first glimpse of Luca confirmed he needed it too.

No, not it. He needed me.

Holy hot cowboys. He hadn’t just been waiting for me. He was ready.

Oh. So. Ready.

He’d made the tartan rug bed, just like the first time, and the loft doors were open, streaming sunshine onto it and his rippling muscles. And his cock. Oh, Lordy. It was thick and large and pointing right at me. He wrapped his hand around his rod and pumped it a few times, but his eyes were on me. Wild. Bodice-ripper eyes. Burning into me like erotic flames.

My breath caught. My feet froze to the floor.

He strode to me, cock slamming side to side with each step.

As my eyes bounced from his rod to the fierce lust emblazoned on his face, only one thought flashed through my brain . . . I’d better hang on for this one.

He clutched my cheeks, bent forward, and planted his lips on mine. His tongue shot into my mouth as if he were desperate to taste, eager to please.

Within seconds, my pussy was purring. No, not purring, it was roaring. Like a caged animal begging for release.

I drove my fingers through his long hair. Clawed my nails down his back. It was wild. Crazy. Like the two of us would die if we didn’t fuck each other stupid. I wrapped my hand around his cock. It was hard. And hot and fucking glorious.

My pants fell to my feet and I flicked at them, fighting to kick them free. He parted my legs and shoved a finger inside me. It was swift. Shocking. So fucking awesome.

Clinging to his body, I spread my legs and he drove his fingers into me—grinding in and out with brute force. Fast. Hard. Over and over, giving me the greatest finger-fucking of my life.

I came. Quick and explosive. Agonizing yet exquisite.

I cried out as another orgasm sprang to life and shuddered through me again and again.

My juices spilled from my body. Once. Twice. Five times. It was wild. Intense. Out of this fucking world.

And it was over in minutes. Seconds even.

I stepped back, my pants slack around my left ankle. I still had my top on. And I was still wearing my fucking shoes and socks. Bloody hell. Panting, I clutched at a hay bail.

What the fuck just happened? I’m out of control.

Luca, on the other hand, looked calm.

Except for his raging hard-on pointing at me, begging for my attention.

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