Page 82 of That Time I Accidentally Took Over the Mafia

He bumps into the doorframe, jolting our kiss to an abrupt end. “Fuck, sorry,” he pants, then captures my lips again, swallowing my giggle. He kicks the door open and steps inside. The desperation in our kisses grows as we strip away the layers between us. Shoes hit the floor, shirts are yanked over our heads, and we collide again.

It’s pure fire. Every touch ignites something deep within me, something only Luca can reach.

I fumble with the button on my jeans, partially unzipping them when he picks me up again. I cling to him, my hands cupping his jaw as I kiss him hard, pulling a deep, guttural moan from him. The sound reverberates through me, sending a delicious shiver down my spine.

He crawls onto the bed, laying me down at its center, his lips chasing mine the entire way. His weight presses into me, grounding me, as we grind against each other. His hands find the clasp of my bra, and with one fluid motion, he frees me. He doesn’t even look as he tosses the garment aside, his mouth descending to my exposed skin.

His lips latch onto my nipple, teasing it with his tongue before gently nipping at it. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. He gives the same attention to the other side, his hands roaming my body as if trying to memorize every inch of me.

He kisses down my body and when his hands get to the waistband of my pants he works them down. I lift my ass, helping but as soon as my pussy is exposed his mouth is consuming me.

“Oh, thank god,” I whisper as he runs his tongue up the slit of my cunt, groaning in pleasure at the taste of me. I run my nails through his hair, pushing him into me as I move my hips. I need more, more friction, more of his fingers. I need to be spread bare for him, so he knows just how much of me he owns. “More.” Is all I can muster as his mouth caresses my pussy with just as tender a kiss as the one we shared in his office below.

He keeps eating me while he resumes pulling my pants off me. When one leg is free, he hikes my knee over his wide shoulder and deepens the fervor of his licks, the swirls of his tongue around my clit. “Fuck, Luca.”

He doesn’t miss a beat, pulling off the rest of my pants so both my legs are wrapped around him, my thighs locking hismouth around me as I try to move my hips with each swipe of his tongue. Luca’s grip on me is firm.

His arms are wrapped around my legs, his hands pull the lips of my pussy back, exposing my clit to him. Keeping me at his mercy. He flicks my clit with his tongue, and I feel my orgasm burning within me, begging to be released for him.

He moans again when my legs twitch around him, loving the pleasure he knows he’s giving me. I add my own noises, unable to stop telling him how good he feels, how much I missed him. Each phrase burrows inside of him, wrapping around the blocks of the wall he built, and I make each one of them crumble until I’m shaking around him. Calling out his name and grinding hard onto his mouth as my climax plows into me.

He keeps licking, slowing his movements as my orgasm ebbs away. Each time his tongue brushes across my sensitive clit, my legs jolt. Luca kisses my pussy several time as I keep rubbing his soft hair, scratching my nails on his head.

Luca climbs up my body, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses as he moves. His face hovers over mine, and the evidence of my pleasure lingers on his lips. He kisses me deeply, and I taste myself on him, a mix of desire and intimacy that makes my heart race. His hands frame my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks as if I’m the most fragile, precious thing in the world.

“You taste so fucking good, baby,” he whispers against my lips, his voice thick with emotion and want. His hands trail down to the waistband of his jeans, and I help him work the button loose. My fingers brush against his as we tug the zipper down together, and I can’t wait another second to feel him. “I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

We both moan when I run my nails up his shaft. The soft skin pulled tight with the bulge of his erection. Our eyes are locked onto each other. I grasp him, getting as much of him as I can when I wrap my fingers around him. He’s so fucking big.

My other hand cups his jaw and I rub his cheek. “You’re no monster Luca.” I lean up and kiss away the sting he feels with my comment. “But this,” I squeeze his cock harder, stroking him while I lick his lips. “This is a monster and I want you to destroy me with it, baby.”

“Tell me first,” He thrusts his hips into my hand a few times before getting to his knees, his firm body on display for me. “Are you still my girl?”

My legs are spread wide, and his massive hands rub my inner thighs, but I can’t answer him. My expression drops and my eyes go wide when I look at his chest, a wave of heat running down my body at what I see.

“You asshole!”

Luca remains kneeling on the bed, shirtless, his gaze locked on me with an almost arrogant smirk playing on his lips. His pants are open, and half of his massive cock has joined the party—the other half waiting to be released. My eyes travel over his chest—smooth, defined, and sculpted just the way I remember—and then pause, landing on something that hadn’t been there in college but is staring me in the face now.

Even though this is the first time I’m seeing it in person, it’s no stranger to me. It’s the same mark I’ve seen—probably hundreds of times—on my phone screen.

I blink a couple of times, trying to make sense of it, before I slowly lift my eyes from his chest to meet his. My jaw drops. He knows exactly what I’ve figured out, and his grin widens, smug as ever.

“You asshole,” I growl, still processing it, my brain struggling to catch up to what I’m seeing. Luca’s smirk deepens, and I swear he’s holding back laughter.

My heart pounds in my chest, and I feel a mix of disbelief, pure attraction, and feral jealousy.

“You’re Moanster23?!” I exclaim, the realization rushing out like a floodgate bursting open. I sit up, pushing against him, but he quickly captures my wrists and lays us down, pinning my arms over my head.

“The hot, mysterious guy who’s been making me moan like crazy is you? Moanster23, really?” I shake my head in disbelief at the heat of the situation.

“Took you long enough to figure it out.” He nips at my mouth, but I turn my head away.

“No, I’m mad at you,” I quip, though my legs, holding him captive, and my grinding hips are not playing along.

“You don’t remember the first time you sucked my dick?” He moves to my neck, biting me there and kissing the spot. “I couldn’t stop myself. The noises... fuck, you felt so good.”

Oh my god. I remember. “I called you my little moanster.” My body goes slack as I resign myself to the memory of the username I apparently gave him.

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