Page 54 of My Pucking Crush

Fan. He’s a fan.

“However...” His hands find my hips.

I wait for the dread and the disgust of being overpowered to hit me.

Nothing.

Just... More. Icravemore of the way he touches me with feather light, yet demanding fingers.

The scent of soap hits me and the warmth of the shower radiates off him.

“Can I fuck you?” he asks, boldly.

My jaw tightens. “I’ve never...”

“What? You’ve never taken a cock?”

“No.” Not willingly. “You... You want me like this? You want to fuck my ass?”

“Oh, baby,” he groans in sympathy. “Yourassis all Ithink about.”

“Really?”

“And not to just have sex with. It’s a fucking work of art.” His hands move down and grip each ass cheek. “But I’d also love to see my cock pumping in and out of it. If you want that too,” he whispers.

“I... I don’t know.”

“Please?” His cock slides through the seam.

Memories of how he kissed me, how he touched me are all blurry and hazy. But sharpen intensely when his stiff cock breaches my hole. My body goes rigid in alarm, and sensing my hesitation, he pulls back and uses a wet thumb to massage my hole. The sensation is incredible.

It’s growing more difficult to say no. God, Iwanthim to fuck me. That’s a first.Wantinga dick in my ass, after being forced.

“Oh, God,” I mutter, lost in the decadent sensation of a finger teasing my hole.

“You’re the god,” he keeps whispering. “Let me do this. Let me worship you.”

But the minute his fingertip slips into my hole, the disgusting cigarette voice from my past fills my head.

“Stop!” I spin around and pin Luca to his side, his faucet drenching my face. “No one. I can’t. No one fucks me there.”

Luca’s jaw slacks open, his lush lips too much for me to deny.

I crush my mouth to his. Even though I’m not strong enough for him to fuck me, I want him like I’ve never wanted any other man. I like him enough to kiss. Trust him enough to live in my house. To touch me in a place that once caused me so much pain. But that’s it. For now.

Luca’s hands explore my abs until one finds my cock. “So you... You do the fucking?”

“Yes. I have to.” My eyes roll in the back of myhead from Luca stroking my cock. “Fuck, that’s good.”

“Christ, you’re huge.”

I smile, and bite my lip. “You look like you’d be able to handle me.”

“I can handle whatever you give me.” He leans forward and pulls my lower lip between his teeth. “Guys don’t usually fuck me, but—”

“I’m not a guy, I’m a god like you said,” I flirt, questioning my sanity.

“For you, I’ll make an exception. You’d have to suck me off good afterwards.”

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