Kaku X Lucci Novels & Stories

“Back door.” Luca grabs his jacket with shaking hands. He looks at Kai, breath shallow. “You’re taking me where,” Luca asks. Kai stares at him, rain in his blood, salt in his mouth, truth tightening around his ribs. “Somewhere off-grid,” Kai says. “Somewhere they can’t find you in ten seconds.” Luca’s eyes widen. “You don’t even know me.” Kai’s gaze locks on his. “I know what hunted looks like,” Kai says. “Move.”

Luca's hand flew to his neck and he laughed as he felt the slightly bruised flesh. "You gave me a hickey?" Luca asked with breathless laughter. Kit shrugged and smiled naughtily. "It'll let others know you're taken until I can think of something better." Luca chuckled happily, his eyes smoldering with lust as his hands slid up to cup Kit's breasts - his thumbs flicking her nipples. "Come here." Kit smirked and bent down to run her tongue along his bottom lip before pulling it into her mouth and nipping gently. She winked at Luca before starting to climb off of his lap.

R18 Luca trailed his fingers up my collarbone, his hand wrapped tightly around my neck but not tightly enough to cut off my breathing. I pressed my hand to his chest. His heart was racing nearly as fast as mine. He kissed me again, more intensely than the last time, biting down on my lip. When his eyes met mine again, they were filled with lust. Luca cupped my breasts with his hands as he trailed warm kisses around them. He kissed everywhere but my nipples that were stiff and begging for his attention. A hand snaked underneath him and to my soaking underwear.

Lu said dryly. He removed his jacket and covered Alita with it. Although he could see the way Rocco stare at Alita but didn't let that stay in his mind. "What happened, Luciano" Rocco's voice increased, he moved closer to Lu and began to loosen the choker and the Wristbands "What's up with this BDSM stuff?" Lu looked at Rocco for a while, his gaze shifted to Alita who is now in Rocco's huge arms then he scoffed. He couldn't just overlook the fact that Rocco was showing feelings for what belonged to him.

The exposition was coming from Lucca as he sat at the dining table for lunch, with Don Fabrizio, Gio, and Sensi, which consisted of a meal of turkey, pudding, and fruit juice. “So for ten years, you were a Reverend, no?” Sensi asked, fearless as always, even though everybody in the Uomini Marrone, Don Fabrizio included, feared Lucca. Lucca looked Sensi in the eyes and said matter of factly, “It was eat or be eaten.. When I say I refused to be eaten, then it means I was among those who ate.” At this insinuation and admittance, Gio almost vomited and Lucca glared at him before blaring:

LILY The mall is crowded with people, mostly young girls shopping. I start walking to the clothes rack when Luca pulls my arm, causing me to bounce on his chest. He drags me to the escalator; we take it to the second floor. We make a branch to the left, then pass a few series of sections until we stop in front of an opened door leading to a room. Luca enters in, and I follow him. My eyes grow wide with the sight of penises and vaginas of different sizes and openings, vibrators and all other sex objects, and many many x-rated posters. An adult shop in the mall. How did Luca know of it? No doubt he's been here more times than a priest embarks on pilgrimage.

Title pulsing: “JOURNALIST’S CUNT: CONFESSION & CONQUEST – LIVE” Luca stood over me, shirt gone, cross swinging between carved abs. Mara knelt at his feet, silver collar shining, and mouth wrapped around his cock—thick, veined, angry—sucking slow and sloppy, spit dripping down her chin onto the floor. She pulled off with a wet pop. “Time to wake the slut,” she purred, crawling up my body, fingers digging into my thighs, and spreading me wider. Luca grabbed the handheld 8K.

He did the same to the right one, clamping it on so both my nipples were trapped in the tight grip, the little vibes buzzing low against my skin. My tits felt heavy and sensitive now, every small movement making the clamps tug and send sparks through me. “Oh shit… they’re buzzing,” I moaned, my thighs pressing together as much as the chair allowed. Luca dropped to his knees in front of me, pushing my legs wide apart with his strong hands so my soaked pussy was right in front of his face. “Look at this messy cunt. Already dripping all over the chair for me.” He leaned in and dragged his tongue slow and flat from my entrance all the way up to my swollen clit, licking up every drop of my wetnes

Luca and I need this. To be continued

"Wanna go outside for a popsicle?" "Sure." A few minutes later, I sat on the wall outside Luca's house with an artificially flavoured and coloured popsicle in one hand and a beer in the other. Nothing says class more than that at 1 am. "Tell me a fact about yourself Luca," I said with a sigh as I licked my popsicle. "I don't trust people with names beginning with C," he replied. "Except for Kim Kardashian." "Kim Kardashian is spelt with two Ks," I pointed out.