Page 27 of Broken Innocence
L. U. C. A.
Is he spelling his name?
Two fingers tease the walls of my pussy, searching for that one special spot, and when Luca finds it, I almost buck him off the bed from the onslaught of sensation.
“That’s right,carissima. Fuck my face. Ride my fingers. You can bend and wiggle all you want, but I’m strong enough to withstand it.”
“Stop… talking,” I order, shoving his head back between my legs. I might worry about being too aggressive, except Luca releases another primal rumble from his chest and intensifies his efforts to get me off.
Adding a third finger to stretch my tight muscles.
Sucking my clit like it’s a damn popsicle.
He keeps me on the edge of bliss until I can’t stand the pressure anymore and every cell ignites in flame. Rather than dragging the orgasm out with his sinful mouth, Luca rises enough to free his cock from its restraints, notching it to my still-spasming channel.
Maybe I should’ve told him I’m a virgin.
Maybe he would’ve been gentler.
But then his thick cock buries deep in one powerful thrust, andshould’ve, would’ve, could’vesare the furthest things from my mind.
There’s a slight burn from stretching around his wide girth, but it’s not as bad as I feared. Guess the few times I worked up the courage to use my neon pink dildo paid off because the edge of pain is bearable compared to the first time I ever stuffed something in there.
“Goddamn, you’re tight,” Luca huffs, his muscles straining to maintain a semblance of control. A drop of sweat gleams on his temple under the pale lighting, and my walls clench reflexively at the notion of licking it away. Of licking every part of my husband’s chiseled body.
“Fuck, do that again.”
I comply and enjoy the wash of pleasure-pain on his sharp features. I hold power over this man—a realization that I’m only now beginning to understand.
“Move, Luca. I need—”
“What do you need? Tell me.” The way he immediately cuts me off should be annoying, but it’s obvious how obsessed he is with pleasing me that I can’t even fault him for needing to know the answernow. Not able to wait the few seconds necessary for me to complete a sentence.
“I need you to fuck me,” I say, a blush blooming on my cheeks at what I’m about to voice. I’m not a demonstrative or vocal person, but Luca’s unfiltered promises and fantasies encourageme to be just as brazen. “Fuck me so hard that my pussy threatens to go on strike tomorrow because it’s so sore. Do you know that kind of fucking?”
“Be careful what you wish for, baby.” Luca’s hand anchors around my neck and gently squeezes. My breath hitches in my lungs. The vulnerable position doesn’t scare me; it only makes me hotter.
Rising slightly to increase the pressure of his hold, I lick my lips and swallow, shivering at the warm press of his palm along the fragile arc.
This is it.
I’m going all in.
Luca thrusts harder. Faster. Until the bed rocks against the wall, a banging melody that overpowers the ocean waves outside.
“Come for me, baby. Come for your husband.”
With another cry, my body tenses, then bright relief floods my veins, the tension breaking as Luca jerks and curses, following with his own orgasm.
Jets of cum slicken my thighs to mix with my arousal. It's sticky and warm, and I feel deliciously dirty.
Deliciouslyclaimed.
My stalker husband's prized possession.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
LUCA
