Page 98 of My Pucking Crush

“Relax,” Luca says, wedging the tip past my sensitive nerves. “It’s me. I won’t hurt you. You mean the world to me.”

With these words of trust, I give myself over to the feeling of fullness and complete submission. Releasing my tension, my body comes alive. All the scar tissue around my heart is wiped away so I’m no longer a coarselayer of skin, but baby smooth, absorbing every shockwave.

It feels so fucking good.

After several minutes of sensual penetration that has me ready to come, Luca’s lips close around my aching shaft.

Fuck.

My entire body shudders, coils of heat building in my nut sack.

Luca pulls off and licks me root to tip. If these ropes weren’t holding my hands up, I might fall forward. After a searing look, Luca takes me back into his hot, greedy mouth. The crowd watches, but everything else around me vanishes. All I can focus on is this man’s mouth around my dick, and the slick anal plug slipping in and out of my ass.

In fucking public.

Christ, this is exhilarating.

Uncle Harris’s dirty mouth flashes at me...Stop!That asshole means nothing.

Ilovefucking men and getting blown by a rough man’s mouth. My uncle stole those pleasures from me. I won’t let him keep me from living my life. Not anymore. This is who I am.

I still feel so fucking filthy, but good filthy as my orgasm teeters on the edge of my sanity.

“Fuck, that’s good,” I roughly whisper, wishing I could feel his hair.

“Just good?” His voice is barely audible and muffled by my cock. With his nose pressed into the underside of my shaft, he inhales deeply.

“No. This is perfect. You’re perfect.” I can’t take my eyes off his lips closed around my dick, working up and down my length. All while anally penetrating me.

When my head tilts back, I’m ready to surrender tothe orgasm.

Luca barks, heat flaring in his eyes, “Hey. Watch me. Or I stop.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I hiss, and keep our eyes locked, the room once again fading away in the background.

With amazing precision, he sucks me and fucks my ass with the plug at the same time. It’s too much. Pleasure overload pulls me under.

The orgasm crashes over me. My body knows what I need and fights my damaged brain for it. If I embrace this as my life and let men like Luca have their way with me, they’ll want my hole.

No, not menlikeLuca...

Luca.

OnlyLuca.

Fuck, what am I thinking?

But all thoughts are again stolen from my brain as he sucks every last drop of cum out of me. When I’m done, his volcanic glare, a swollen mouth, dripping with my cum says two words to me.

You’re mine.

FIFTY

Max

I’m tingling and limp when Luca eloquently loosens the knot until my hands are free. He crashes his mouth on mine and I greedily submit to his kisses.

He leads me to a curved, blue velvet sofa. Except for the mask, I’m completely naked. It’s a glorious break from every second in my life when I’m center stage, in charge. When I’m responsible. This is what I need. To get lost in Luca’s demands. My control gloriously snaps, and I completely unravel, letting Luca fashion me into the man he wants in this moment.

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