Page 22 of Flawed

I instantly fret.

Does he know I'm pregnant?

Am I already showing?

"You're an angel, stellina. A beautiful work of art," he states.

I blink hard, relieved he doesn't know but also emotional over his words. He said all kinds of things to me the night we met and got together, so I don't know why I'm getting teary-eyed. I glide my hand through his thick hair.

He puts his palm over mine, confessing, "There's something I've wanted you to do since we parted the morning after we met."

"What?" I ask, butterflies jumping around my stomach. I'm sure it's obvious I'm super naive and inexperienced. I have no doubt Luca's a man who knows his way around the bedroom, and not just from the night we spent together. Everything about Luca reeks of confidence and experience.

He licks his lips and commands, "Grip the top of the headboard."

I don't know what Luca will do, but I'm not about to argue. I reach for the headboard and do as instructed.

"Good girl," he praises, kisses my belly again, then lowers his head to the pillow. "Ride my face," he demands as he shoves me on top of his mouth and secures his hands on my hips.

"Wha—"

Luca's tongue tornados through my pussy. It takes me by surprise, and I lift my hips, but Luca presses them back to his face, growling, "Ride me, stellina." He suctions his mouth back on my body.

"Oh God!" I shriek as heat plows through my veins.

He moves my hips, grinding me into him in a circular motion until I begin doing it on my own, desperate for every sensation he gives me.

Luca's fingers crawl up my spine, creating an onslaught of tingles until he reaches the ends of my hair. He bunches it together and gently tugs until I'm facing the ceiling. His other palm leaves my hip, and he smacks my ass cheek.

I gasp then moan as Luca sucks on my clit so hard, I grip the wood tighter.

He keeps me restrained, staring at the ceiling, clutching the headboard, and quivering over his face. His palm smacks me again, and he barks into my pussy, "Faster! Ride me faster, stellina!"

I obey, submitting to the sensations I've never felt so intensely before.

Luca never falters, sucking and licking me while putting fresh stings on my ass cheek.

The room fades into nothing but the scent of my arousal mixing with Luca's aroma. The echoes of his grunts, slaps, and my whimpers get louder. My tremors turn into tidal waves of adrenaline, pounding me over and over until I'm dizzy with my highs.

And I don't know how he knows how to give me such pleasure or why I love the sound and the bite of his palm so much. But I ride his face until I'm unable to keep my body positioned over him.

I collapse over him, tears streaming down my cheeks from the intensity, my breath hitching, and sweat coating my skin.

Luca moves me down his muscular frame and parts my lips with his tongue, swirling my orgasm into my mouth.

I'm lost in him, still trying to catch my breath, when he breaks our kiss. He turns me on the bed facedown, leans over my back, and slides his arm under my waist. He tugs me until my ass is flush with his body and thrusts his cock into my pussy.

"Luca!" I cry out.

His groan reverberates through the air. He rattles off Italian, but I'm not comprehending any of it. He thrusts deeper and deeper until I see stars. Luca cages his warm flesh over my back. He kisses my neck and murmurs in Italian, "Are you listening to me?"

"Y-y... oh..."

"Stellina?"

"Yes," I manage to breathe, pushing my lower body toward him and loving every minute of how his cock shimmies against my walls.

His hot breath makes me shudder harder as he states, "You're mine, stellina. No more running from me."

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