Page 69 of Broken Prince

I got even wetter at his words and pushed my legs together, trying to create the friction I was craving.

He smirked seeing that and I enjoyed this cocky side of him.

He took my shoes off and pulled down the side zipper of my dress before pulling it down.

“Raise your hips,” he ordered and I did as he asked and he removed my dress, discarding it on the floor.

The dress has not been adapted for a bra and I was now lying in bed in nothing but my thong, my breathing erratic and my body on fire under his heated gaze.

“You are stunning, Cassandra,” he said, discarding his jacket, shoes, and bow tie but always keeping his eyes on my body. “You’re a siren, one I’ll happily follow to my death.” He removed his shirt and crawled over me on the bed.

He leaned down and licked one of my nipples.

I hissed, arching my back.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, licking my other nipple before taking it in his mouth and sucking on it.

It was all new to me and I feared I’d die of too much pleasure. Was it possible?

His hot, wet mouth was heaven. “Luca. Oh, Luca.”

“We’re just getting started,anima mia.”

He kept on kissing down my stomach and didn’t stop as he reached my silk-covered pussy.

I raised my hips instinctively for him to kiss my core again.

He let out a breathless laugh, visibly as drunk with desire as I was. “Eager for my mouth, aren’t you?”

I nodded, my hips raising on their own accord.

He hooked his forefingers on each side of my panties. “Don’t worry, I’m going to eat your sweet pussy real good.”

I should have been embarrassed by his dirty words and yet I seemed to get wetter if at all possible.

Once my thong was gone, I spread my legs; there was no shame anymore, no self-consciousness. I needed his mouth on me.

He spread me wider, resting my legs on each side of his broad shoulders, and pressed his hot tongue on my pussy, licking the slit slowly.

I gasped, grabbing the bedspread in tight fists as he started to give openmouthed kisses to my pussy. “Fuck, Cassie, you taste so good. How did your ex-boyfriend get their head out of between your thighs?”

“I’ve not, they never—”

“You’ve never been eaten before, anima mia?”

I shook my head.

“What a shame, they don't know what they missed,” he added before disappearing between my legs with renewed ardor. He used his tongue, his lips, his fingers, and all I could do was hold tight and try not to pass out from a pleasure so intense.

I came, screaming his name. If I died now, I’d die a happy woman.

Luca kissed my inner thighs tenderly before standing up, his lips glistening with my arousal, his hair in disarray by my legs and fingers.

He kept his eyes on me as he undid his belt and his zipper, getting his hard cock out.

My eyes widened and he gave me a prideful male smile. He enjoyed my reaction at the size of his cock.

“This is what you’re doing to me. I’m hard for you…all the time.”

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