❝He suddenly spreads my folds wide, his hungry mouth latching onto my clit, sucking hard and licking expertly. My hips move on their own, riding his face as soft whimpers escape me.
Just when I think I can't take any more, he shoves three fingers i...
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P A R I S
When I see Luciano standing by the pool, my heart races at first. But the surprise fades when I see his stern expression. I get a thrill realizing he's actually mad, and I smirk. There's something oddly satisfying about riling him up.
"Get out of the pool. Now." He orders, crossing his arms and making his muscles bulge beneath his shirt.
Instead of obeying right away, I float on my back and smile up at him, enjoying how his jaw tightens.
"What's the rush? I was just starting to cool off." I say and he clenches his jaw, clearly trying to stay calm.
"I said, get out." He repeats, glaring at me.
The way his eyes lingers on the lavender swimsuit hugging my curves, even if just for a second, makes me want to tease him more. I float lazily to the edge of the pool, but instead of climbing out, I rest my elbows on the side, chin in my hands, and look up at him with a sweet, innocent expression.
"Why the hurry? You're home early. Come join me."
Luciano's gaze hardens, but I catch his eyes dip down to my boobs for a second before he forces them back up to my face.
"Paris, I'm dead serious. You need to get out. Your ankle—"
"My ankle's fine," I cut him off, pretending to pout. "Besides, you're here now. You can take care of me, right?"
He exhales sharply, clearly frustrated, but I can tell he's fighting not to let his eyes roam over my body. It's a struggle for him, and I love that I'm the cause.
"Paris..." he trails off, his voice dangerously low and I chuckle softly.
"Gosh, you're so serious. It's just a swim," I say, reaching out to him, dripping water everywhere. "Help me out then?"
He hesitates for a second, then kneels down by the edge of the pool. When he grabs my hand, I decide to have some fun and mess with him a little more. With a playful smirk, I tighten my grip on his hand and, before he can react, I give a quick, forceful tug.
The shock on his face is priceless as he loses his balance and falls straight into the water with a loud splash. I burst into laughter. Watching Luciano, always so composed and in control, all drenched and disoriented, is beyond satisfying.
"Oops. Guess I'm not the only one going for a swim today." I say with a cheeky grin.
As he surfaces, wiping his face and smoothing back his wet hair, the look of fury in his eyes makes my laughter falter.
"You think this is fucking funny?" He asks, his voice dangerously calm.
"A little." I admit, still grinning.
His white shirt, now soaked, sticks to his body, revealing the contours of his muscles and the faint lines of his tattoos beneath. I can't help but stare, my breath catching in my throat at the sight. But his furious gaze snaps me out of it.
