❝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 day of our date is finally here, and I took the day off but acted like I was going to work so Richard wouldn't get suspicious. Living together makes this secret relationship with Paris both exciting and stressful.
I hate lying, but I can't tell Richard yet. Paris isn't ready, and I don't want to pressure her. We're sitting on the blanket I spread out in the park, surrounded by our picnic feast.
Paris suggested we paint and switch every ten minutes. I agreed, even though I'm terrible at art. As we paint, and I keep stealing glances at her.
She's so focused, her little tongue peeking out, and her brow furrows in that way that makes her look like a puppy. It's the cutest thing ever, and I have to fight the urge to reach over and devour those sweet lips of hers.
Suddenly, a flock of quacking ducks waddles over and Paris's face lights up. She stops painting and grabs the breadcrumbs we brought. My heart swells as I watch her crouch down, giggling, and begin feeding them.
"Look at them! They're so cute!" She exclaims in delight, laughing as the ducks crowd around her.
As Paris feeds the ducks, I take out my phone to snap a few pictures while she's distracted. She looks so effortlessly beautiful. I quietly add the photos to my private collection, a small smile on my face. Then she turns and catches me mid-photo.
"Time to switch!" She announces, her pout making me chuckle.
She walks over, hands on her hips. When we swap paintings, I groan dramatically. Of course, hers is beautiful, colorful and flawless.
Then I look at mine and cringe. It's a chaotic mess-random doodles, stick figures, and a pathetic attempt at creativity. Paris looks at both paintings and pouts even harder, her cheeks slightly puffed out.
"Luciano, you keep ruining the paintings! Look at this! I was working on a lovely landscape, and now there's... a stick figure holding a balloon and flowers that look more like blobs!"
I chuckle at her adorably frustrated face.
"Told you," I say, ruffling my hair. "I suck at art. This is the best I can do. Consider it... abstract art?"
She nudges me, rolling her eyes.
"You could've put a little more effort into it! What's the point of switching canvases if you're just going to scribble like that?"
I tug her gently by the waist, pulling her close to my chest as I press a soft, lingering kiss to her pouty lips.
"You look way too cute when you're mad." I whisper, nudging my nose against hers.
Paris crosses her arms, narrowing her eyes with a mock frown.
"I'm not mad, just disappointed," she grumbles. "You were supposed to take this seriously!"
