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I press on her back, nudging her to lie her upper body flat on the table. "Stay exactly as you are." Using my foot, I nudge her feet apart. When she's properlyspread, I take a seat in the chair behind me and salivate at the view of her pussy on full display.

I flick my gaze up, connecting to Kylie's as she watches me over her shoulder. She's blushing again and her eyes are glazed with desire.

She wants this as much as I do.

Bringing my eyes back to her pussy, I rub her ass cheeks with my hands, caressing and squeezing the perfect globes. I'm so fucking turned on right now, as I stare at her pretty pussy that I dive in with my tongue, no longer able to hold back.

She shrieks, fueling my hunger.

I explore every inch of her with my tongue, sucking on her plump lips, tonguing her clit, then lapping her juices.

When she squirms violently, I slap her ass and command her to be still, enjoying another shriek from her. I plunge my tongue inside of her, mimicking fucking her, and just when I think she's about to go over the edge, I pull back. Her cry of outrage tells me she was about to orgasm.

"Mother fucker." She hisses, making me chuckle.

"Soon. Angel." I reassure her. "Be patient."

When she drops her head to the table and relaxes her body, I dive back in. I do this to her two more times. loving her filthy mouth every time I stop. I'm delighted by her creative threats. When I said I wanted to corrupt her, this right here was what I meant.

When I'm about to come just by eating her out, I stop for the last time and put a condom on before taking her, giving us both the relief we need. It's by far the best orgasm I've ever had.

Chapter twenty-three

Kylie

Iwake to my alarm, and the faint scent of bacon has my stomach rumbling. My body is so deliciously satiated and sore that I'm almost sleep drunk. I have no desire to move despite my stomach complaining or the fact that I need to get moving if I want to make it to class today.

For the first time, I wish I was the type to skip school, but I can't. It'll eat at me since I already took a year off.

Groaning, I muster the energy to roll over and shut the alarm off on my phone, then roll back, flopping my limbs out like a starfish.

Every muscle hurts. Luca's demands pushed me to my limits, and I wasn't sure if I was flexible enough for the many positions he put me in. Something tells me I need to take yoga classes if I'm going to keep this up.

The man is insatiable. He only ever allowed me to wear his shirt for the rest of the day. I can admit, it proved to make things easier since every time Luca would get a glint in his eyes, all he had to do was raise the shirt and we were trying out another position. I finally asked him if he had a bucket list he was aiming to complete.

He laughed.

After his chuckles abated, he told me he had plans to fuck me every which way that he could and I needed to get on board with the plan.

It took little convincing.

I must have fallen back to sleep because the next thing I know, Luca's sitting on the side of the bed, smoothing the hair off my forehead. "Angel, you need to get up. You have class in an hour, and I want you to eat first."

When his words register, my eyes pop open.

"There's my angel." He runs a finger down my nose, then leans down to kiss me. He straightens and moves his gaze over my body, bringing his hand to my thigh where he runs a finger. I keep my eyes on his face so I don't miss it when his jaw clenches.

"What's wrong?" My voice croaks, so I clear my throat.

His gaze comes back to mine. "You have bruises. I should have been more careful."

My brows dip, but before I can lift my head, he touches my neck. "This bruise, however, I meant." He smirks as my eyes widen.

"Did you … did you leave a hickey?" I screech, jumping to my feet on the bed and jumping off to rush to the bathroom, leaving him chuckling behind me.

As I search my neck in the mirror, Luca calls, "I knew that'd do the trick. You've got fifty-five minutes left. Get dressed and meet me downstairs, pronto."

Whisking my hair into my hands, I turn my head left and right. "I don't see a hickey. What bruise are you talking about?" Then his words register. I let go of my hair, lean my head back, and blow out a relieved sigh. "Ha, Ha, funny guy."

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