❝Book 1 in the 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 series
He 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...
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L U C I A N O
The shift in her is so sudden it screws with my head. It's like she's flipped a switch inside me, and now I'm burning up with desire. When she grinds her hips down hard against mine, every ounce of restraint I had just fucking shatters.
A low, guttural sound escapes me as I instinctively grab her hips, my fingers digging into her skin. I can't stop myself—I thrust my hips upward, needing to feel more of her. Paris gasps, eyes wide before biting her lip. The tension between us is too overwhelming, and all I can think about is how badly I want to fuck her right now.
Paris locks eyes with me, deliberately grinding her hips against mine again. My grip on her flesh increases, and my pulse quicken, the rush of blood and adrenaline making it hard to think straight.
There's something dangerous in her look—like she knows exactly what she's doing and loves every second of it. She's playing with fire, and fuck, I'm about to get burned.
"Paris..." I manage, but my voice comes out nothing like I want—too deep, too raw.
It's supposed to be a warning, but even I can hear how unconvincing it sounds. She just looks at me, confident, pupils blown wide. There's no fear, no embarrassment—just intent. And God help me, it's the hottest damn thing I've ever seen.
I shouldn't be letting her do this. I know that. She's Richard's daughter. She's eighteen. I'm a grown man who should have gotten off this couch five minutes ago.
But her thighs tighten around my waist and my body reacts faster than my guilt can catch up. My hips jerk up against hers again, hard, and her breath catches in her throat. I'm losing the battle with my self-control, and honestly, I don't give a shit anymore.
Her hand suddenly grabs mine and guides it to her neck.
I freeze. For half a second. Long enough to think—
"No. Don't do this. Don't let this happen."
But as soon as I apply the tiniest bit of pressure—just enough to feel her pulse speed up—she responds immediately.
A soft, needy moan slips from her lips, and her hips roll against mine. My eyes widen when I quickly realize what's happening. She's not just teasing—she's begging for something raw, something darker.
She wants this. Needs this.
But I'm not entirely sure, not yet. I need to see if this is what I think it is and how far she's willing to go if I don't stop her. I bring my other hand to her jaw, brushing my thumb along her lower lip—just to see. Just to check.
She opens her mouth instantly, welcoming my fingers like she's been waiting for this moment.
