Page 42 of Ride with the Devil

“I won’t be one of them,” he vows.

I don’t want to talk him out of this. He seems sure, and I am loving this cocky side of him. But at the same time, I don’t know if my overinflated sense of ego will ever recover if he hates it. “You sure about that, ace?”

“I already know that I like your taste,” Luca reminds me. “Besides, I don’t want to go down on a porn star. I want to go down onyou.”

Before I can even give him a smart-ass reply—something like,what are you waiting for then—Luca bows down in front of my pussy, burying his face in my damp curls.

He might not have the experience when it comes to giving head, but he makes up for it with enthusiasm. He wasn’t kidding when he said he would like my taste. My guy is slurping down there, and I might actually be a little embarrassed myself at how I fucking wet I am if it wasn’t obvious that he’s having the time of his life.

He licks. Sucks. Nuzzles. I can’t imagine how much hair he’s dealing with, plucking loose, getting in his teeth, but if it’s bothering him, you’d never know. In fact, when he isn’t using histongue to gather up every drop I’m producing, he uses his teeth to nibble along my labia.

One hand is digging into my thigh as I start bucking against his motions. His other hand is grabbing me by the hood, holding me open so that he could target my clit.

I squeeze the bars, grunting and panting and holding on for dear life as he refuses to do anything but focus all of his attention on making me come. Every now and then, though, he comes up for air, almost as though he’s checking to make sure tha he’s doing all right, but when I snap his name, he goes right back to making me feel fuckingamazing.

He blows a hot rush of air on my pussy.

“Do that again,” I order.

He does.

I throw my head back. “No way,” I pant. “No way this is your first time.”

He nuzzles me again. “Told you, baby. I’m a quick learner.”

Baby? Know what? In this moment, while I’m seconds away from climaxing, I’ll be whatever the fuck he wants me to be…

“Of course, it helps that it’s you. I swear to fucking God, there’s nowhere I’d rather be than between these thighs,” he murmurs, and I gasp as I get Luca St. James to blaspheme. “Fuck, you taste delicious. I knew you would.”

I want to remind him that he already got a hint when he ate the cucumber, but he uses his teeth to scrape my clit and, whoopsie, all I can manage is a high-pitched squeal in response.

“That feel good?”

My throat is raw from the squeal. “You know it did. Keep going. I’m so fucking close.”

He stops.

If I had my knife nearby, I might’ve stabbed him. “What the fuck? Didn’t you hear me? I said keep going.”

Unless—

Unless he wants to stop.

Damn it!

I release the bars. “You suck, dude. Get me all worked up, then stop right in front of the finish line.”

“What? No.No, baby. I’m no stopping.”

He’s not? I’m not so sure about that since he’s climbing up from his place between my thighs. And look… now he’s gesturing for me to… to…

“What? Why do you want me to get up?”

“Just do it.”

Whoa. I’ve never had Luca be so forceful with me before… and Ilikeit.

He wants me up? Sure. I can do that.

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