Page 38 of Keeping My Bride

I remember the girls at the boarding school talking about their sexual encounters, and I always thought they were bragging or making stuff up. But when I feel the first swipe of Luca’s tongue on my clit, I realize they were telling the truth. It does feel good, just like heaven and beyond.

I groan out loud, fisting my hands under me as he continues to lick me. He eats me like a starving man, the wicked sounds filling the interior of the car and turning me on even further.

I feel his fingertip enter me, and I cry out.

“Your pussy is so tight,” he groans. “Fuck, Verona, you’re perfect.”

He pushes his finger in and out while his tongue lashes over my clit, and I close my eyes at the sensation. It’s too much. Too great. Too powerful. A garbled cry escapes my lips as I come, riding his face unabashed, drawing out the pleasure as I tremble and sob under him.

He licks me slowly while I come down from the high, shivers erupting through my body. My legs tremble until I can’t hold myself up anymore, and I end up collapsing onto the seat beside him.

I can hear his belt buckle before his zipper goes down. And when I sit up in the seat, I see Luca sitting there with his cock in his hand. My eyes widen at the sight. I’ve never watched a guy touch himself, and Luca is so comfortable doing it in front of me.

His cock is impossibly thick and long, and I swallow hard at the sight of it. I’ve seen porn before, of course, but most of the guys were never this size.

“I’ve been thinking about those red lips wrapped around my cock all night,” he tells me darkly.

I lick over said lips and look up at him beneath my lashes. He wants my mouth on him, but I’ve never done that before. What if I don’t do it right? What if he doesn’t like it?

“Verona, please,” he groans as he strokes his cock. “I need you.”

Those words send a shiver up and down my spine, and all of my hesitations go right out the window. I need to make him feel as good as he just made me feel. He gave me pleasure, and I want to return the favor.

I move closer to him and lean down, mesmerized by his hand stroking up and down. He smells like cedarwood and expensive cologne, and my mouth waters as I stick out my tongue and swipe it around his head like a lollipop.

“Fuck,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

I think that means he likes it, so I do it again and again until he’s begging for me to put him into my mouth. I open wide, barely able to fit him inside as I swirl my tongue and swallow as much of him as I can.

I remember the girls at the boarding school saying to not use any teeth because guys hate that, so I wrap my lips around my teeth before going up and down on his shaft.

“Yes, just like that,” he says, encouraging me. “Suck my cock, dirty girl.”

I move my mouth over him as his hand intertwines in my hair. I expect him to push my head down and control the rhythm, but instead he simply wraps my long hair around his fist and lets me control the speed.

“I’m going to cum in that dirty mouth, Verona,” he warns.

I can feel his cock twitch just before he erupts in my mouth, filling it to the brim. I have no choice but to swallow it all down as I continue to suck him. He groans loudly, the deep timbre of his voice filling the car. My clit throbs in response to his deep growls and moans.

“That’s my good girl,” he says as he shudders one last time from the pleasure.

Pulling his dick from my mouth, he looks down at me with a look of adoration. He smiles at me, and I realize this is a side of Luca that I’ve never seen before. Just like before with the jealousy, this is a whole other side of the enigmatic cube that makes up his personality.

He tucks his cock into his pants and zips them up.

“Are we almost home?” he asks out loud, and at first, I think he’s asking me. But then I see the light for the intercom and realize I never saw him push it.

“Yes, sir,” Dante responds gruffly through the speaker.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Luca asks him.

Dante doesn’t respond, and I stare at Luca in shock. He must have pushed the button at some point when he was eating me out…and he made Dante listen to the whole thing.

Luca turns off the intercom and smiles smugly at me as the car comes to a stop.

“Why would you do that?” I ask, shame burning my face and chest.

“I’ve seen the way Dante looks at you. Sometimes people need to be reminded of their place and where they stand.”

“You…you’re an asshole!” I yell at him.

Luca continues to smile, unaffected by my response.

The door opens, and Dante is standing there, staring at me with an undecipherable look. I can barely meet his eyes as I whisper, “I’m sorry,” before running straight for the house.

I don’t stop running until I’m safely locked inside my room.

I thought I had seen a different side of Luca tonight, but now I know that it was all just smoke and mirrors. He’s still a bastard. I just wish I had known what he was up to before I let him touch me.

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