“Do give me a kiss before you leave, hm?”, Luca grumbles into the pillow, his hand secured around my wrist. My feet hang mid air, as I was in the middle of making my little escape while he slept. I thought I could slip past his grasp but damn, he’s so sensitive to noise. In one tug, he pulls me into his arms. I don’t fight this act of adoration, instead nestling into the covers with him while he presses kisses into my hair. “I saw stars last night but you shine brighter”, he chuckles, rubbing small circles on the small of my stomach. I know what he meant by that. He’s trying to be naughty all over again. My cheeks redden in embarrassment and I stifle a small smile. “How so, His Highness?”, I sing. My whole body feels like it just went through a vigorous workout without my permission. A cunning smile spread across his face and then his fingers start drifting downwards. “Stop, that tickles”, I laughed, wriggling my way out of the back hug. He lets me, his eyes boring int
Luca’s hands grip my bare buttocks as hard as he could, pounding into me. As if his size wasn’t already enough, his deep strokes aim directly for my womb. I wail in pleasure, my juices leaking onto his cock as he continues ravaging my insides. Luca knows exactly what he’s doing, slowing down for me to catch my breath and then stealing it right out of my lungs with a sharp thrust. “Ohh fuck! Yes! So deep!”, I moan, my nails carving deep scratches on his back. “Hmm, yeah! You love it when I destroy your cunt?!”, he groans. He loves it. Loves the sound of my voice echoing through the room. Loves the fact that he’s responsible for it. The sweetness he feels tingling up his cock is hard to explain and it has his heart thumping rapidly. His pace fastens, filling the room with wet smacking sounds and his breathy gasps. I look him dead in the eye, and his lips curl up to give me the most beautiful smile ever. I trace the sweat on his cheek, down to his Adam’s apple. His eyes flutt
I haven’t realized how hungry I was until a huge plate of pasta sits in front of me. Following this, is a levitating platter filled with fresh fruits and more palatable dishes. On cue, my stomach lets out a grumble, prompting me to clutch it in embarrassment. Luca pretends not to hear the very obvious sound, turning his face away to stifle a chuckle. I scoff, returning my gaze to the food waiting to be devoured, my mouth watering. I rub my palms excitedly and grab the cutlery. While Luca allows the levitating food to settle down on the small table, I dig into the pasta and munch down hungrily. “Ugh, you don’t have to eat like a savage. It’s all yours”, Luca makes a face, finding a comfortable spot beside me to watch me eat. “Look away then if you’re so mannered, Your Majesty”, a few bits of the meatballs fly through the gaps in my teeth and land on his cheek. He cringes and wipes the little fragments off his face but I’m yet to know if it’s my acknowledgment of his title th
It takes me a second to get a hold of my thoughts and when I do, I’m grabbing his neck greedily to press my lips harder on his. His lips might bruise but I do not care. I have no restraints whatsoever. Anything I said before about trying to make it work between Jamie and I is instantly thrown out the window. I’d have to find a way to explain things to him but right now, I just want to be voluntarily trapped in Luca’s never ending cycle of sex, sex, sex. Maybe he plans for us to have a slow romantic kiss but I’m desperate to get to where this leads us, unfortunately. My hands roam his body, feeling each and every muscle of his toned body. I can feel his manhood hardening as he presses his groin into mine and grind’s sensually. His lips leave mine, traveling down my neck, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin lightly. I tilt my head to give him some more liberated movement. I grab a fistful of his hair, mouth agape as I moan silently in reaction to the sweet torture he off
“That was gross, and indecent and you’re a bitch. She’s not even that good.”, my voice shakes as tears well up in my eyes. “Jealous much?” The instant he let out that long dragged out groan, I knew he’d climaxed. Momentarily, the force pushing against my head retreats and sets me free. It was the worst forty five minutes of my life, listening to him make those sounds for someone’s else’s pleasure. While I’m no longer restrained and could practically just run over and drag that bitch by the hair, my feet give out under me and I fall to the ground, bawling my eyes out. I couldn’t bring myself to face him, couldn’t bear him knowing that I’ve finally accepted the truth. I’m truly heartbroken, yet he’s so unfazed. Not even the sound of the water being disturbed as he makes his way out of the tub, could bring me to turn around. From the side of my eyes, I saw his wet feet stop right beside me. Is he still naked? Still hard from getting a prettier girl to do it just the way h
Yes, he did kiss me. Do I love it? Yes. Would I admit it? No. I never have, never will. It’s safer to the play the green light, red light game with him. It’s safer to toy with his mind and make him doubt my feelings for him. One minute, I’m in between his legs, moaning and panting, ready to climax. Another thing you know, I want nothing more than to tear his head off of his body. But as soon as his lips touch mine, I want everything that he has to offer. Maybe I could just let my guard down for a second and not be the joy killer that I am. I kiss him back. Well, almost. We’d done it so many times, even went farther than just a mere kiss on the lips. But I couldn’t bring myself to melt in his arms like I used to. I’m not a thing to be locked away like this. I miss Sandy, maybe not Jamie but we used to have a bond. I just couldn’t let Luca do this to me. So with every restraint in the cells in my body, I harshly push him away. “I wanna go home! Take me home!”, I lash out with