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Lucia

Pleasure races through me at such an intensity it leaves me gasping as he starts moving inside me, filling me with his thick cock.

He feels amazing and thick, stretching my walls with his length to fit him and claim my body.

My body arches to meet his as he pounds into me, thrusting so deep it’s almost painful, but that’s because I’m so tight.

When he starts to fuck me hard, thrill after thrill shoots through me, and I grasp the silky sheets, digging my nails into the mattress.

The sounds of sex fill the room, of our bodies slapping together, flesh on flesh, and the erotic melody of us groaning and moaning.

When I moan out loud, he tightens his grip on my hips and tunnels into me. His balls slap against my ass with every thrust, arousing me even more. My pussy spasms with the onslaught of another greedy climax, and I come again, this time screaming his name.

“That’s right. Say my name,” he growls, his cock pulsing inside my passage.

My body bucks and jolts when he speeds up. All I can do is moan into the wave of pleasure that takes me higher and higher. His skillful hands possess me, and I get that feeling again of him knowing what I need.

The scary thought that hits me now is he’s giving me everything I never knew I needed. Everything, and more. It makes me greedy and selfish, wanting more of him.

I barely catch my breath when he pulls out and forces me down on my back so I can face him.

I gasp when he lifts my leg onto his shoulder, and a groan tears from my throat as he plunges back into me. Deep, deep into me to the point where I feel like he might tear my body in two and destroy me. But it feels so good. He feels so good, and I never want him to stop touching me.

I never want to stop looking at him with his granite body, covered in artful tattoos, pressed up against me, fucking me.

In this position, I’m aware of him all over me. He awakens every part of me, and the delicious heat of carnal attraction pulses, throbs, and claws at my core.

It’s like liquid fire scorching my brain, and it burns everywhere it touches.

He looms over me, so we’re eye to eye, and I try to reach for him, but I’m too weak. I can’t do it.

He smiles down at me victoriously, like he knows no one else could fuck me and own me the way he is, and no one ever will. I’m inclined to believe that’s true the same as I know I won’t forget him.

“I’m going to fuck you harder,” he grates out.

I can’t answer.

I wouldn’t even know what the hell to say except. “Yes, please.”

He delivers on his promise, driving into my body so hard I see stars.

My body bows to the wild sensation, arching against the mattress.

He keeps moving, his cock still rock hard inside me, a sign he’s not done with yet.

I gasp when he slips his large hand around my waist and skillfully lifts me like I’m weightless, turning us both so I’m straddling him.

He catches my hips again, and I hold on to him as I bounce up and down on his cock, adjusting my curves to the hard, flat planes of his body.

He continues to drive into me while staring deep into my eyes, like he wants to see everything I’m thinking and feeling. He’s stripping me bare again, layer by layer, and I can’t hide from him. I find I don’t want to.

I want this moment, this crazy, forbidden moment where I’m just me and I’m not pretending to be something I’m not to save my father. I just want to be me.

When his pumps slow, a pang of fear coils around my heart and I wonder if he saw too much. It’s not that, though, but I know he saw something.

“Ride me,” he says, leaning so close he brushes his nose over mine.

He oozes sex appeal when he rests against the headboard and places his arms behind his head, completely commanding and in control. And still rock hard inside me when I’ve come twice already.


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