Page 57 of Lunar Crest University

With a groan, he pulls out completely before thrusting all the way in with more force. I cry out as he reaches places no one ever has, my fingers fisting the sheets as he does it a second time. My pussy clenches around him, begging for release. He starts a rough rhythm inside me, slamming into me so hard, the bed squeaks against the floor—but I don’t care. I don’t care if the entire hotel hears us. I’m drunk on him.

His heavy pants and low moans are like music to my ears, and I can hardly breathe as he fucks me relentlessly.

“Put your hands on the headboard,” he orders with a growl, stopping abruptly.

I’m in a euphoric stupor as he speaks, panting so hard, my entire body sways with the movement.

His hands smack against my ass as he grabs a handful of my hair, yanking me backward until I’m resting on my knees as my back presses against him, his cock straining inside me.

“Grab the headboard,” he repeats, harsher this time, his lips pressed into my cheek. His breath is hot against me as his scruff scratches my skin, and I bite my lip to keep the moan from slipping out. “Be a good girl.”

“Yes, sir.”

He releases me with another kiss to my cheek, and I place both of my hands on the velvet headboard, white-knuckling my grip before he slams into me with one punishing thrust after another. The headboard smacks into the wall loudly, and the moans leaving my lips are breathless. His arm circles around my waist as he pounds into me, finding my clit and rubbing it with the perfect amount of pressure to make me unravel.

As I hold my breath, tiny black dots spread across my vision, the pressure building in my core. I’m so close to coming, I feel like I’m going to explode, and just as it nears the point of bubbling over, he pulls out of me.

I collapse onto the bed in frustration and exhaustion, a whine pulling from my lips as I flip over onto my back. “Goddammit, Luca.”

The smirk on his face grows as he kisses up my legs, pushing himself between my thighs as he pries them open with his hands. His cock slides into me with ease as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, and I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders as I moan softly.

“Yes?” he pants, his eyes on my mouth as the mewls filter through my lips.

His strokes are slow now as he presses his abdomen against me, and my hands knot in his curly hair as he fucks me.

“I want to come,” I choke out. “Please. I need it.”

“Yeah?” he moans, pressing a kiss to my lips before taking my bottom lip between his teeth and tugging. My pussy squeezes him as he bites even harder, and as he releases my lip, I tasteiron on my tongue. My eyebrows scrunch as I let out a tiny growl, kissing him again.

“So pretty,” he breathes, and as he pulls back slightly, I see my blood coating his lips. I tug him closer with my hands, sticking my tongue out to lick the crimson liquid from his mouth, and his tongue collides with mine in a frenzied kiss. “My pretty little slut, aren’t you? Tell me. Tell me what a slut you are for my cock.”

I can hardly speak through my sobs. “Fuck, y-yes. I’m a s-slut for your cock.”

He brushes my hair back as he kisses my lips. My cheeks. My neck. All the way down to my collarbone as he slams his cock into me. “You’re close. I can feel it. That’s it, baby.Dámelo. Come for me, yeah?”

My back arches at his words, and my head pushes back into the pillows as my orgasm washes over me once more. What I don’t expect is for him to spread my legs further, timing it just right as he pulls out of me and strums his hand over my clit before smacking it a few times. My body writhes as I come, twitching as I whimper underneath him. I hear him groan loudly, and I look down to see that I’msquirting. His fingers rub my sensitive clit rapidly while his free hand holds down my legs.

“Oh my God. Fuck, fuck,fuck.”

I’ve never squirted before. I always thought that maybe I just didn’t work that way, that it wasn’t possible for me. He’s covered inme, moaning and stroking his hard cock as he watches me come down from my high.

“Fucking hell,Princesa,” he says. “Look at you, soaking the bed.”

His chest heaves, and I can tell he’s close too.

“Come on me,” I gasp, and I watch his dark eyes light up.

“Fuck.”

I grab at his hips, pulling him toward me until he’s hovering over me as I bat my eyelashes up at him. He strokes faster as he looks down at me like I’m the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, his mouth hanging open as strangled moans leave his lips.

“Come for me, baby,” I beg in a small voice, stretching my arms out above my head as I give him a sultry smile. “Please?”

I love watching him like this, heavy-lidded and languid as he looks down at me with his swollen cock in his hand, pumping it in a shaky rhythm as his climax builds. Staccato pants leave his lips as he comes, painting my breasts with ropes of his cum as he milks his cock completely. He falls next to me on the bed with an exhausted sigh.

It’s silent for a while, and my tired eyes eventually close as we lay there, trying to catch our breath, feeling more content than I can remember feelingever. The bed shifts underneath us before he swoops me into his arms princess-style, making my eyes flash open as I frown up at him wearily.

“What are you doing?”

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