Page 17 of Kissing the Villain

Luca fisted my curls. “Fuck, Drea. Suck my cock into that pretty mouth of yours.”

I gripped the base and looked up at him. “I’ve never done this.”

Head tipped back, he tightened his grip on my hair. “Afraid it won’t fit? Trust me, baby, it will.”

I’d been sheltered for most of my life and didn’t have much experience with men. The few boyfriends I’d had never lasted long.

“Show me what you like.”

“Fuck, baby,” he hissed. “Suck the tip.”

I rolled my tongue across his soft skin. He grunted in response. Feeling brave, I took more of him, hoping I was doing it right.

“That’s it. Keep going.” His hand fell on top of mine as he helped me stroke his shaft. “Like this. Fuck. Yeah, like that.”

He was so big I felt him everywhere, my cheeks puffed out, tears streaming down my cheeks. I had to slap his hand to loosen his firm grip, and he gave a little slack as I nearly choked on his massive cock.

Luca pulled away from me abruptly and said, “I want to come inside you. Are you still on the pill?”

“How did you?—”

“C’mon, Drea. You should know by now. I have my ways.”

Of course, he knew everything about me. Nothing ever escaped Luca Salvatore.

“I want you to come on my cock.” He jerked his shaft and glided the tip along my soaking wet slit. “Let me feel you, Drea.”

“Take it slow.”

Kissing me hard and fast, he hooked my legs around him and guided his cock to my entrance. “Relax, baby.”

“I am.”

“No, you’re not.” He ran his fingers down my thigh, massaging my skin as he inched inside me. “It’s just you and me. You don’t have to be afraid.”

Sometimes, I feared the man on top of me. But deep down, I always knew Luca cared about me in his own way. It wasn’t love, but someday it could be, and that was all I needed.

His eyes found mine as he stretched me out, careful not to move too fast. An intense wave of pain shot through my body, and my eyes snapped shut.

His fingers grazed my cheek. “Baby, look at me.”

I opened my eyes to find him staring at me with genuine concern.

“I’m fine. Keep going.”

Luca was so big that every painfully slow thrust set my skin on fire. His hand trailed up and down my thigh to soothe me, and with the pain came pleasure. He said my name, moving at a quicker pace, rolling his thumb over my swollen nipple.

With each moan, he covered my mouth with his to silence my screams. I told him to be quiet, but that was before I understood how good it would feel to have him inside me, unraveling like a ball of string as I hit the peak of my climax.

Moments after I came, Luca’s legs shook, and then he spilled his cum inside me. He muttered a few curses in Italian. Sweaty and exhausted, he kissed my forehead and lips and rolled off me.

“How do you feel?”

“Sore,” I whispered, still trying to catch my breath. “You’re so big. I wasn’t expecting…”

“Most women beg for a big cock. You’ll get used to my size.” He pressed his lips to mine. “This was a one-time thing.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re such an asshole.”

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