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A thousand emotions threaten to choke me, but I push them back, letting the warmth of his words and the press of his hands guide me. The bed is behind us, but we don’t quite make it there in any graceful manner. There’s bumping into a dresser, the lamp teetering precariously, and a strangled laugh from me as I steady it. We must look ridiculous, but in the best possible way—two people starved for contact, letting that hunger drive us.

He lifts me off my feet just enough that I can wrap my legs around his waist, and that’s when any trace of rational thought dissolves. My head tips back, breath catching in my throat, and he leans down, kissing along the curve of my shoulder.

I cling to him, burying my face against his neck, inhaling the faint scent of soap and a day’s worth of tension. It shouldn’t be intoxicating, but it is. Everything about this is exhilarating, from the desperation we’re sharing to the unspoken promise that tomorrow’s problems don’t exist in this room.

He sets me on my feet beside the bed, and we both stare at each other, chests rising and falling in uneven sync. His hair is mussed, his eyes glazed with desire. I wonder if I look as undone as I feel.

Luca’s hands, trembling like a junkie in withdrawal, finally find their purpose as his fingers dig into the thin fabric of my dress, sliding it down my body with a slow, deliberate pull that makes my skin scream for more. The dress pools at my feet, leaving me bare except for the lace scraps of my panties that cling desperately to my hips. His breath hitches, hot and ragged against my neck, as his calloused palms skate up my thighs.

I moan into his mouth, my lips crashing against his in a kiss that is pure feral hunger. Our tongues tangle, wet and slick, fucking each other’s mouths with a desperation that borders on violence. His teeth nip at my lower lip, drawing a sharp gasp from me before diving back in for more. I can taste the whiskey on his tongue and feel the raw, animal need in the way his body presses against mine.

His hands are everywhere now, greedy and relentless. One cups my breast, his thumb circling my nipple until it peaks into a hard, aching bud. The other slides down my torso, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my panties to brush against the slick heat between my legs. I whimper, my hips jerking forward shamelessly, begging for more.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growls, his voice rough and thick with lust. He tears my panties off in one swift motion, letting them dangle from his fingers for a second before tossing them aside. His fingers return to my pussy, spreading my folds, and circling my clit with a torturous slowness that has me grinding against his hand like a bitch in heat.

Chapter5

Luciano

Oh, fuck me,I can’t help but groan as I watch her squirm beneath my touch. Her pussy is so goddamn slick that her arousal coats my fingers like a sinful glaze. I can’t get enough of the way she moves, grinding her hips, desperate and needy against my hand like she’s fucking starving for it. I mean, Jesus Christ, she’s dripping, her juices practically pooling around my knuckles, and the sound of her wet cunt as I rub her clit is enough to make my cock throb like a beast ready to pounce.

Her panties are barely a memory now, just a ruined scrap of fabric I flung aside without a second thought. The way her bare, glistening pussy looks—pink and swollen, begging for my tongue, my cock, myeverything—is enough to drive me insane. I don’t even care that my slacks are about to burst open from the pressure of my erection. All I care about is how she’s writhing beneath me, her tits bouncing with every ragged breath, her nipples hard and begging for my mouth.

I slide a finger inside her, slow and deliberate, just to hear her gasp. Her walls clamp down on me like a vice, and I can feel her pulse around me, throbbing like she’s about to explode. “Fuck, Luca,” she whimpers, and it’s music to my ears. I add another finger, stretching her open, savoring the way she moans.

But I’m not done with her yet, not even close. I lean down, my breath hot against her clit, and I start to tease her with my tongue. She tastes like heaven—sweet and tangy, so intoxicating I could get drunk off her. Her hips buck against my face, and I pin her down with one hand on her stomach, holding her still as I devour her. My tongue flicks and circles her clit, fast and relentless, until her nails are digging into my scalp like she’s trying to claw her way into my brain.

I pull away just long enough to smirk up at her, my lips and chin glistening with her juices. “You gonna come for me, baby?” I growl, voice low and rough. She nods frantically, her eyes wild with need, and I dive back in, fucking her with my fingers while I suck her clit into my mouth. Her orgasm hits like a freight train, her body shaking uncontrollably as she screams

But I’m not done. I’m nowhere near fucking done. I pull my fingers out of her dripping cunt and bring them to my mouth, tasting her as I stand up. Her eyes are half-lidded, her lips parted, and I can see the hunger still burning in them.

I unbuckle my belt with one hand, the leather sliding free with a hiss that makes her shudder. My cock’s already hard when I pull it out, throbbing in my grip as I stroke it slow and deliberate, smearing a bead of pre-cum down the length of my shaft. Her eyes lock on it, and I can see the hunger in her—that desperate, insatiable need to be filled. I smirk because I know what’s coming next, and she’s not ready. Not even close.

“You’re not getting off that easy, baby. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me in your throat.”

Allegra whimpers and the sound goes straight to my dick. I grab her hips and yank her to the edge of the bed, her ass hanging off the side. I don’t give her time to think, don’t give her time to breathe. I just slam into her, balls-deep in one brutal thrust. Her cunt clenches around me, wet and hot and so fucking tight it’s a miracle I don’t lose it right then and there.

“Fuck,” I groan. “You take me so fucking good. Your pussy’s made for this, isn’t it? Made to be fucking ruined.”

She moans, her nails digging into my arms as I start to fuck her in earnest. Every thrust drives me deeper. She’s so wet it’s obscene, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing in the room like some perverse symphony. I lean down, my breath hot against her ear. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasps, her voice breaking on the word. “Yes, Luca, please?—“

“Please, what?” I demand, slowing my thrusts just enough to drive her insane. “Tell me what you want.”

“Harder,” she begs, a single word that spurs me on.

That’s exactly what I’m going to do. I pin her down, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises, and I give it to her raw and unrelenting. Her pussy grips me like it’s trying to milk every drop of cum from my balls, and I’m not far from giving it to her. But I’m not done yet.

Each thrust draws another desperate moan from her lips, her body trembling beneath me as I claim her completely. The bed frame creaks in protest, but I don’t care—all I can focus on is the way she takes me, the way she surrenders everything to my control. Her skin is flushed, a light sheen of sweat making her glow in the dim light as I drive us both toward the edge.

I pull out abruptly, leaving her empty and gasping, her body shuddering at the sudden loss. In one fluid motion, I flip her onto her stomach, admiring how eagerly she follows my lead. Her ass is in the air, presented like the most tempting offering, and I can’t resist giving it a sharp slap. The impact leaves a perfect pink handprint blooming across her skin. She cries out, a delicious mix of pleasure and need, but she doesn’t pull away—no, she pushes back against me, her spine arching beautifully as her arousal drips down her thighs, leaving a glistening trail of desire.

“You want it,” I say, running my cock along her slick folds, savoring how she trembles at the teasing stroke. “Beg for it.”

“Please,” she whimpers, her voice broken and desperate, her fingers clutching the sheets beneath her until her knuckles turn white. “I need you inside me. I need to feel all of you.”

“That’s my girl,” I murmur, and then I’m inside her again, deeper than before, my cock hitting every sensitive spot until she’s screaming my name like a prayer. She’s close—I can feel it in the way her cunt clenches around me—and I’m not far behind. But I’ll make her come first. She’ll come so hard she forgets how to breathe.

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