Page 73 of Empire of Temptation

I started to wriggle the garment off, more than eager to get started. But he held out a hand. “I want you on your feet. Show me—but slowly.”

As I stood up Luca walked to the bed and stretched out. He put his arms behind his head, his naked body presented like a feast, with his cock resting proudly on his stomach. He even had nice balls, his pubic hair neatly trimmed?—

“Valentina,” he said sharply. “Focus.”

I dragged my gaze off his groin and unzipped my dress. Then I lifted the hem and began lifting the cloth higher and higher, teasing him, until the dress rested just below my crotch. He was watching me intently, his dark stare liquid fire across my skin, while his chest rose and fell with labored breaths, and a rush of power went through me. This man wanted me, desired me, and the knowledge cranked my lust up several notches. I moved slowly, seductively, dragging the cloth up past my pussy, letting him see the bare folds.

He groaned, his expression twisting into one of pain. “Madre didio, you are so fucking hot. I’ve been fantasizing about that pussy all day.”

He had? God, the things that came out of his mouth. I expected to feel awkward, but Luca had a way of making me feel sexy and worldly, capable of seducing anyone. I didn’t wait to reveal the rest of my body. I removed my arms from the dress, first one side, then the other. Then I shoved the fabric past my boobs and down my hips, all the way off my legs.

I straightened and started to remove my bra.

“Leave it on. Get over here.” Luca’s voice sounded strangled, like he was barely keeping it together.

I let my arms fall and came over to the bed. Before I could lay down, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me on top of him. I sat on his stomach, with my legs on either side of him. He smoothed his palms up and down my thighs. “Fuck, that bra. It is a gift from God, piccolina.”

“Thank you. It was a splurge.” I bought the bra in an actual store rather than from an app. Maggie had been with me and she practically forced me to buy it.

“Take it off.”

I pulled the loops off my shoulders and down my arms first. Then I reached back and opened the fastening. It took some dexterity, because I wasn’t a dainty bra girl, not with these boobs. I flung the bra onto the ground and Luca was already reaching for me. He palmed my tits, molded them, and squeezed my nipples, no fumbling or uncertainty. He touched me like a man who knew exactly what I needed.

“Come here.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward him. I placed my hands on the pillow to brace my fall, which left my boobs directly over his face. “Perfetto,” he crooned, his hands cupping my breasts. “You have the perfect tits. So fuckable.”

He flicked my nipple with his tongue, then drew it into his mouth and sucked with delicious pressure. Guys had been interested in my boobs since I turned thirteen, and my limited high school hookupshad squeezed them too hard. Luca was firm, yet gentle, and every pull of his mouth answered deep in my belly, like there was a direct line between my nipples and my clit. Lust-drunk, I hardly noticed when he switched to the other side, and I started grinding my hips against his stomach, desperate for friction.

“Up.” He patted my ass. “Sit on my face.”

“Wait, what?” I couldn’t see how this was a good idea. I’d read about it in books, but assumed it was fiction, like nice billionaires and down-to-earth celebrities.

“Trust me, you will like this.” Luca seemed very sure, and he guided me forward until I straddled his head. “Sit, fiore. Let me taste you.”

“But you won’t be able to breathe.”

“Yes, this is the point. And after you make yourself come on my tongue, then you will ride my dick.”

“How—?”

He didn’t let me finish that thought. He pulled on my hips and I dropped onto his face, smothering him. I was worried for half a beat, until I heard him groan like he’d just tasted tiramisu for the first time. His mouth began to move, his tongue swiping my flesh, encouraging me. His big hands circled my waist and I had to admit, it felt good. Better than good. Holy shit, he was everywhere, hitting all the best spots. I started rocking, grinding, the pleasure coiling inside me. “Oh, god,” I breathed. “Luca.”

He growled and continued to use his tongue, sucking in air occasionally, as I chased the high. He reached up to hold both of my breasts and pulled on my nipples, and my thighs began to shake. I could feel the climax building, the release getting closer and closer. I held onto the wall, anchoring myself, and built up a rhythm with my hips. Then I exploded, just tiny particles of light and sensation that flew apart as I convulsed atop him.

When I sagged against the wall, he gave me one final lick and eased me off of him. I shouldn’t have worried about hurting him. He looked so fucking hot. His face was flushed, his jaw taut withdesire, and his mouth was wet with my juices. “Cazzo, that was nice,” he rasped and patted my thigh. “Sink down on my cock.”

“I need a minute, I think,” I mumbled, unsure about my coordination after that orgasm.

Holding my hips, he lifted me like I weighed nothing and put me on his stomach. “Now, piccolina. Your pussy is soft and wet, and I need to feel it strangling my dick in the next ten seconds.”

I knew what to do, but I hadn’t expected to be on top my first time. “Wouldn’t it be easier if you did this?”

“Not for you. This way you set the pace, capisce?” He reached between my legs and grabbed his shaft, then maneuvered me until the tip of his dick met my entrance. “Take me inside, let me show you how good it can be.”

“Wait.” The post-orgasm high receded enough for some of my intelligence to return. “You’re going in bare? What the hell?”

“I’m clean and you’re on the pill. Andiamo, Valentina.” He lifted his hips and then he was inside me. Not a lot, but enough for me to feel it.

“Luca.” Pausing, I dug my fingernails into his chest. “How did you know I’m on the pill?”

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