❝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
As I stand in the bright supermarket aisle, restocking the shelves with products, I can't stop thinking about what happened with Luciano at his sister's place. The way he was so in control, even with me on top, was... the sexiest thing I've ever experienced.
I bite my lip, remembering how Luciano felt under me. His hard, muscular body and his thick dick rubbing up against my pussy was just incredible. His hand wrapped around my throat, strong and possessive, left me breathless in the best possible way. When his fingers slipped into my mouth—oh, God—those fingers tasted of raw power and dominance.
A moan almost slips out as I replay the memory, and my cheeks go red. Shit. I'm definitely getting turned on. My breath quickens, and without thinking, I put my hand on my neck, trying to replicate the feeling he gave me. I squeeze, closing my eyes as I desperately try to capture that same intense pressure, that sense of being completely at his mercy.
But my hand? It's too tiny, too soft, too weak. It doesn't have that rough strength, raw dominance, or firm control that Luciano's does. I sigh, feeling frustrated and defeated, and just let my hand drop.
No matter how hard I try, I can't recreate that sensation. His touch left a mark on me that I can't reproduce on my own. It's not just the physical feeling; it's the way he made me feel—vulnerable yet safe, completely dominated yet craving more.
I shake my head, trying to focus on stocking the shelves. But as I reach for the next item, my mind keeps drifts back to him. I just want to feel that way again and have him make me feel it once more. As I sigh, lost in thoughts of Luciano and the way he's been pulling away since that night, a harsh voice jolts me out of my daydream.
"Paris! What the hell are you doing? Are you just going to stand there daydreaming all day? Get the fuck back to work!" The manager barks, clearly pissed off.
I barely restrain a snarl, forcing a polite expression. Internally, I call him every nasty name I could think of. He's a total jerk who loves making my job hell.
He never misses a chance to be a dick, and today's no different. He acts like I'm the only one screwing up, and it's always the same old crap. I'm fed up with his bullshit. I stare blankly at him, fighting the urge to roll my eyes.
"Sorry. It won't happen again." I mutter when he finally shuts the fuck up.
"Just get back to work." He says curtly and as soon as he turns his back, I flip him off.
"Asshole." I spit out, my expression dark.
As I get back to work, my phone buzzes. I check it and see a message from a school friend asking if I'm up for a girls' night out tonight.
A night out sounds perfect—just what I need to unwind and forget about everything, including that whole secret seduction mission with Luciano. I quickly reply that I'm in. Later, while getting ready, I remember I need some cash for the night out. I decide to text Luciano since he's still at work.
