Page 57 of Keeping My Bride

He gives the same treatment to my other nipple until they’re both aching and hard to the point of being almost painful. His lips move to my mouth while he kneads my breasts softly, running his calloused thumbs over my sensitive, pebbled nipples.

I groan into his mouth as he devours me, shoving his tongue inside and tasting me. And, oh, yes, I want more of him. So much more.

Luca pulls away, and my eyes snap open to watch him moving down between my legs. He gently parts my thighs and places a trail of kisses from my knee to my inner thigh. I’m shaking with anticipation when he leans down and places a kiss on my mound.

“You have the prettiest little cunt,” he says, his filthy words setting me on fire. I wriggle under him, unable to control myself. I want his mouth on me again. I want to feel that undiluted pleasure that only he can give me.

His fingertip strokes the outside of my lips, teasing me. “Tell me what you want, honey. I want to hear the words coming from your naughty mouth.”

“Please,” I beg.

“Tell me,” he demands, teasing me relentlessly. His fingers are so close to where I need them to be. So close. “Tell me what you want.”

“Touch me, lick me, fuck me,” I cry out, my words running together.

He chuckles darkly. “In that order?” His fingertip grazes my clit, and the sensation makes me groan out loud. “I think that can be arranged.”

He spreads my lips and touches me so gently and softly that he’s driving me insane. I’m practically climbing the wall with madness when I cry out, “Luca, please, I need your mouth on me!”

His fingers disappear, and they are instantly replaced with his tongue. I bite my lip to hold back a scream as he devours me between my legs. Oh god, it feels so good. I grip the bars of the metal headboard until my arms ache as I hold on for dear life.

“Fuck, you taste sweet like honey too,” he remarks, drawing my attention to him. His tongue darts out of his mouth to lick his lower lip before he uses that devilish weapon on me again.

I’m a trembling mess as he sweeps his tongue over my clit again and again. My head shakes back and forth from the insane amount of pleasure building in my body.

“I want you to come for me, Verona,” Luca says from between my thighs.

My frantic cries escalate as he begins working his tongue over my clit again. Unable to hold back any longer, I suddenly shatter around his mouth, crying out his name.

I go limp on the bed, my hands releasing the metal bedframe and falling beside me. My limbs feel like they’re made of Jell-O, and I don’t think I could move even if I wanted to.

I watch as Luca leaves the bed. He bends down to strip off his sweatpants and then stands up. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of his thick and long cock hanging between his muscular thighs.

Luca strokes himself once, twice, as he climbs onto the bed between my legs. Planting a hand beside my head, he leans down. “I touched you,” he says, planting a kiss to my left breast. “I licked you,” he tells me, moving to my right breast to place another kiss. “And there’s only one thing left for us to do, honey.”

He stares at me, waiting for me to say it. “Fuck,” I say, the curse sounding foreign coming from my mouth.

“Yeah,” he agrees with a smirk.

My body is vibrating with anticipation and lust under him as he positions himself between my thighs. He lines up his cock and then enters me in one, long stroke. I cry out when he tears through my virginity, the pain and pleasure both incredible at the same time.

Luca suddenly stills above me, and the only sound in the room is my rapid breathing. I swear I can hear our heartbeats it’s so quiet.

Reluctantly, I look up at him, and he’s staring at me with an unreadable look on his face. “You’re a virgin,” he whispers. When I nod, he curses under his breath. “You should have told me,” he hisses.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” I answer nervously.

“What have you done with your previous boyfriends?” he demands.

“I-I-I never had a boyfriend. You were my first kiss. You’ve been my first…everything,” I admit, my face burning with embarrassment.

His brows dip in confusion as he slowly absorbs my words. And then his mouth is suddenly crashing down on mine, taking me roughly, possessively as his hips start to move. I cry out, and he swallows down my moans as his huge cock gently rocks in and out of me.

Suddenly, he pulls back, his gray eyes dark from his blown pupils. “You’re mine,” he tells me vehemently.

“I’m yours,” I whisper in agreement.

“Only mine.” His thumb traces over my bottom lip, and he watches the movement before his eyes meet mine again. “Tell me.”

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