Page 28 of Ruined

I imagined his grip. His hand, not mine. The slick pressure, the deliberate squeeze. His mouth on my neck, moaning my name—Luca.

A guttural sound ripped from my throat as the tension snapped. My hips jerked into my hand, muscles locking as white-hot pleasure barreled through me. Thick streams of cum painted the tile in splattered ropes, running with the water. I pumped myself through the aftershocks, every gasp bouncing off the walls.

I stood there, shaking. The mess smeared down the tiles, swirling in the drain. My stomach turned.

I came thinking about aman?

An icy wave washed over the heat. My hands shook as I reached for the shower head and rinsed the tiles. I twisted the handle, shutting off the water, leaning against the cool tile. Dragging myself out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist. Sleep would clear my head. I stumbled into bed, face-first into my pillow.

Sleep wouldn’t come. I tossed and turned, punched my pillow, twisted the sheets, but it was useless. I replayed every taunt and touch. When dawn cracked through the blinds, I gave up. I threw myself into a grueling workout on the floor—push-ups, sit-ups, dips off the edge of the bed—until every muscle ached.

My phone lit up.

I grabbed it, glancing at the screen.

Mrs. Peretti

Hi, Luca! I’m visiting my sister for a few days. Would you mind taking in my mail?

Sure.

Mrs. Peretti

And could you feed the crows for me?

No problem.

Mrs. Peretti

Thank you so much!

My core burned as I lurched off the floor. My quads weren’t much better, but my shoulders screamed the most. Good. I liked the pain.

I headed for the kitchen. Every morning, Mrs. Peretti left out peanuts for the crows. She loved them, claimed they brought her gifts. Sighing, I grabbed the half-empty bread bag from the pantry. I stepped onto the fire escape, tore the bread into pieces, and scattered it on the ledge.

A dark shape swooped down to feast.

“You’re welcome,” I muttered.

A sharp knock echoed through the apartment.

Fuck. Now what?

I marched to the entry and opened the door.

Maria stood in the doorway, all dolled up. Her ebony hair was curled, and her pouty lips painted fuck-me red. She’d dressed in a dress that hugged her ass so close it might’ve been painted on.

Shit. I forgot that I’d invited her over.

“Hey, baby!”

She grabbed my shoulders and kissed me. Her perky tits pressed hard against my chest. Soft.

Entirely too soft. This woman radiated a princess vibe. Cuddly and warm with a sultry set of curves.

My cock didn’t even stir.

But that wasmyfault. I’d just come. I needed time to get hard again.

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