❝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
I twist in front of the mirror, anxiously adjusting my yellow summer dress for the hundredth time. The shoulder straps have cute little bow ties, and the soft fabric falls just above my knees.
It's cute, but I worry if it's too much or maybe too casual for a family dinner with Luciano's parents. I'm so nervous about meeting them for the first time, and I desperately want to make a good impression.
Maybe I should change. Again.
This is already my third outfit already, and we're running late. I don't have time for another wardrobe crisis. Sighing, I decide to get Luciano's opinion before I spiral. He invited me to his family's diner, so he should know what works.
As I enter the kitchen, I see him sitting on a stool, already dressed and focused on his phone. His effortless attractiveness takes my breath away, something only Luciano can do so easily.
He's wearing a fitted black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing his tattoos and defined forearms. The shirt hugs his chest and shoulders just right, and the top two buttons are undone, giving me a glimpse of his tan skin and necklaces.
Below, he wears dark jeans that hang low on his hips, finished off with black leather loafers. His messy dark hair falls perfectly over his forehead, giving him that tousled look that makes me drool.
How is this the same man who was just lounging around with me in sweatpants the other night?
He hasn't noticed me yet, and I'm almost offended that he's sitting there like he has no idea how good he looks. I shake my head to remember why I came downstairs, and walk further into the room, the sound of my sandals finally grabbing his attention. He lifts his head, and when his eyes land on me, I notice them darken.
"Hey, um... what do you think?" I ask, smoothing the front of my dress, even though it's perfectly fine.
His intense eyes scan me slowly, taking in every inch of me. He doesn't speak right away, just drinks me in with that devastatingly attractive smile that always weakens my knees. My stomach flips under his gaze, and suddenly, I feel more confident about the dress.
His eyes never leave mine as he sets his phone down and gestures for me to come closer with a lazy flick of his hand. I step toward him, and when I reach him, he spreads his legs wide enough for me to fit between them. I swallow hard, trying to ignore the hot wetness pooling in my pussy.
"Is it... okay for dinner with your family?" I ask again, my voice small.
Luciano leans back, propping his arms on the counter behind him, still watching me intently.
"Give me a spin." He finally says, his tone rich with that effortless dominance that always makes me weak.
I comply, twirling slowly between his legs so he can admire how the dress hugs my curves. When I stop and face him again, his eyes are darker, more intense.
