Page 6 of Sinful Promises

Oh, he had my attention. His eyes were wide, pupils enormous. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths and his lips were parted, pleading to be kissed.

But as I looked from his cock to his handsome features, something sad and rotten and unfathomable curled in my brain. Roman. He was right there in my thoughts with his perfect smile and perfect hands. And perfect personality. I was doing this for a distraction from him. What I’d just done was a distraction, all right. Yet Roman bounded right back into my thoughts looking all gloomy and forlorn. It was messed up. My mind was messed up.

But one thing hit me with absolute certainty— I did not want to have sex with Luca.

I couldn’t. My heart wouldn’t let me.

The devil and angel in my brain struck up a furious debate.

Poor Luca. Look at him. He needs release.

You can’t do it. Not when you’ll be thinking of Roman.

Stop it. Roman means nothing.

Oh, but he means everything.

Fucking hell. What am I going to do?

A possible solution flashed into my brain. I cleared my throat and nodded at Luca’s cock. “Show me that again.”

His eyes widened. “What? This?” He curled his hand up his shaft and lowered it again.

“Yeah. That’s it.”

He stared down at his cock as if stunned by its size.

I certainly was. In fact, even if I wanted to, I doubted that monster would fit inside me. He’d probably break me in two.

His eyes shifted to me. “You have to join me.”

“Huh?”

He curled his hand up his rod again, ever so slowly, as if every movement was exquisite agony. “Come on. I wanna see.”

Oh, jeez. I couldn’t do it. I curled my lip through my teeth, hoping I looked sexy. “I’ve had my pleasure. It’s your turn. Show me.” I spoke with conviction, surprising myself.

I was a dominatrix and Luca was my plaything.

My incredibly sexy plaything.

He parted his legs, giving me a better view of his enormous balls. Luca sure was well built. Maybe that was why he didn’t have a girlfriend. That beast would scare off most women.

His eyes shifted back to his cock.

His teeth were clamped so tight the muscles along his jaw bulged.

Slowly, oh so slowly, his hand curled up and down his rod.

I had a front-row seat at the most erotic show in the world. And I had zero intention of joining in.

A pearl of semen pooled at the head of his penis, and he captured it with a deep moan and rubbed it over his shaft. His eyes flashed to me and back down again.

Luca sucked air through his teeth, and I sensed he’d reached the moment of no return.

He stopped moving. Frozen in place, his entire body tensed as he inhaled long and deep.

It was a glorious moment. A tiny snapshot of raw eroticism. The sun streaming in through the opening captured the sheen glistening off his chest, his fiery red pubes, his rock-hard cock. His breaths were short and sharp.

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