❝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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P A R I S
As soon as we step inside the house and the door clicks shut behind us, I throw myself at Luciano, my lips crashing into his in a desperate, needy kiss. Luciano's momentarily surprised but quickly takes control, his hands gripping my waist as he deepens the kiss.
Every move he makes is assertive, guiding the kiss and making it clear who's really in control. His lips are hot and demanding and I moan into his mouth. It's messy, frantic, our tongues tangling as we stumble our way into the living room, refusing to let go of each other.
We barely make it to the couch before Luciano pulls me down with him, and I find myself straddling his hips on the floor. The second I feel the hard press of his cock beneath me, I grind down, desperate for any friction.
He growls softly and grips my hips as he grinds back against me, his dick rubbing hard and relentlessly against my clit. The sensation makes me moan, pleasure shooting through me.
"Fuck, Paris." He grunts, his eyes dark and full of lust.
He grips my throat and pulls me down, our mouths colliding in a hungry, sloppy kiss. I rock my hips harder against him and he grinds back, his hips moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm that has me trembling and dripping wet.
I fumble with the bows on my shoulder, my fingers shaking as I untie them. The top of my dress falls to my waist, exposing my breasts, and I watch his eyes darken with an intensity that sets my skin on fire. I grab his hands, guiding one to cup my breast while the other slips between my legs where I'm throbbing with need.
"Please..." I beg.
"Look at you, tesoro," he murmurs, his voice dripping with desire. "So needy, aren't you?"
He pinches my nipple and I moan, my back arching.
"I am." I breathe, blushing.
He smirks, his fingers moving in slow circles, teasing my clit through the fabric of my panties and I gasp, my hips instinctively bucking toward him.
"Luciano..." I moan, desperately rubbing my clit against his hand.
"I want to hear you beg for it, amore mio." He says, his fingers pressing my clit harder and I whine.
"I want you to touch me. Play with my clit... please." I pant, my body practically begging for him and his smirk deepens.
"Good girl. Now let me take care of you." He rasps, slipping his fingers under my panties, finally touching my clit.
The feeling is electric, and I cry out softly. His other hand grips my breast tighter, rolling my nipple between his fingers as I whimper, my hips jerking wildly against his hand.
"Cazzo! You're dripping for me," he rasps, his fingers working me into a frenzy, driving me crazy. "You have no idea how hard that makes me."
I'm too lost in the sensation to process his words, my moans escaping uncontrollably as his hand strokes and squeezes my clit relentlessly.
