I heard the jingle of his belt and the rustle of clothes then the smooth round head of his cock was rubbing up and down my pussy and around my clit.
“Soaked, you are so ready for me little hustler.” He didn’t give me chance to reply. His cock rammed into me hard sending my hips slamming into the hard edge of the pool table and making me cry out with the pain of the stretch, the beautiful pain.
“Fuck.” I managed to groan as he pounded into me like a fucking freight train. Powering into me with an unforgiving pace.
He curled his arm around my hip to give me some cushion against the hard table and then he took his pace up another notch thrusting, grinding and driving me to a hard, brutal orgasm.
“Hold on tight baby.” He called out, then rutting into me he shouted, “Now Chloe.” And that was all I needed to explode around him, squeezing his cock so hard in my orgasm even I screamed out with the force of it.
“Fuck!” Luca threw his head back and pulled himself out of me then came all over my ass, hot spurts of come dripping down, trickling in between the crack of my ass and rolling down to my legs.
Once he’d marked me with every last drop he smoothed two fingers over his come and pulled my ponytail back to bring my head up. He forced two fingers into my mouth covered in his sticky saltiness. I sucked them just for him, because I loved him and I wanted to taste every part of him, experience every part of him.
“You are one very…naughty… girl.” He groaned pulling his fingers free letting them make a popping sound as they left my mouth.
“Only for you.” I moaned back then rested my head on the felt of the pool table falling into a Luca induced sex coma.
“It fucking better be.” He snarled.
Then he discarded the gnarly, dominant persona and lay over my back his arms squeezing my waist as he sighed. “I’ll never let you go again Chloe. You know that don’t you.”
“I know. I love you Luca, so much.” I said with as much affection as I could so he would hear it, feel it, know it without a doubt.
His response… “Come on baby let’s get you cleaned up.”
Chapter 23
The sun was beginning to set on the private expanse of beach that ran the length of the exclusive neighbourhood where Luca had chosen to live, amongst the rich and elite of the city. The high walls and heavy metal security gate around his property hinting at the deeply rooted suspicion and distrust of others that he had courtesy of a brutal upbringing. He might live amongst them now, do business with them even, but he didn’t trust them. These people were like sharks and if there was one thing Luca knew, it was how to survive in shark infested waters. He’d lived with the deadliest for years. S
pending year upon year being conditioned to not trust, stay guarded and defend yourself at the expense of others was a natural instinct for Luca. Sharks could smell fear, and they lived off it. Luca didn’t show fear, he didn’t show any emotion. It had always worked in his favour to keep himself closed off this way. It was his best survival technique.
Freddie had for the most part been protected from the most harrowing aspects of his Father and the battle to survive life after they fled, and as a result he lacked the killer instinct that Luca had in spades. He was blessed with a better more enhanced level of empathy and understanding, he could use emotions to improve his life, bring friendship and love his way; surround himself with it. He didn’t view it as a weakness; having a strong network of good people around him was Freddie’s strength. Fear was Luca’s strength; fear was what he had always surrounded himself with.
The evening sky was turning a breath taking shade of burnt oranges, red and yellows as the sizzling sun made its way downward as if swallowed by the sea; the horizon bathed in warmth. I couldn’t help but shudder though, thinking about what might lie ahead in the future; my future. I knew better than anyone how fragile life could be. One minute held in the arms of a loved one, safe and warm; the next they are ripped from you and you’re alone, helpless, no one left to care. When my Father passed away I lost everything. I’d lived the rest of my life since then with a ‘couldn’t care less’ attitude. It made me stronger, harder and feistier. I’d always swore I wouldn’t depend on anyone; I was my own woman. But now, as things were moving forward, altering my life and changing my path I realised I was starting to feel helpless again and I didn’t like it. I felt like Luca was taking control of my emotions, taking from me and not always in a positive way.
The old me, after my Father died, wouldn’t have questioned how someone felt; I wouldn’t have cared. If they couldn’t express themselves or say how they felt I’d have walked. When my Mother turned against me I left her house with nothing but the clothes on my back. It was the best move I’d ever made. But now, with Luca, I was letting him affect me, letting his lack of emotions get to me. It was making me doubt myself and I hated that.
“Penny for your thoughts little sis.” Freddie came up behind me as I sat on the sand watching the sunset. The tide far out and my knees tucked up under my chin to keep me warm.
“You don’t have enough money to hear all my thoughts bro.” I teased back.
“You bedding down for the night then? Camping under the stars with nothing but your thoughts to keep you warm.” He sat next to me and bumped his shoulder into mine in an effort to get me to smile.
I took in a big gulp of air and let out a long sigh.
“Ignore me Fred I’m wallowing out here, and even I hate it when I’m wallowing.” I turned to look at him now, his round friendly face a wash with concern.
“Hey don’t worry I’m okay. I just came down here to…think. I didn’t want to bother anyone else with my strange mood right now.” I stretched my legs out in front of me and ran my fingers through the sand at the side, letting the delicate grains trickle through my fingers. It helped to centre me.
“I’ll be back up to the house in five or ten minutes…maybe fifteen, then I’ll be back to bouncing, singing…you know my usual annoying self.”
“You are not annoying Chloe.” He glared at me for even daring to suggest such a thing. “You little sis are a breath of fresh air. Trust me.”
It felt good to hear that, everyone wants to hear positive things about themselves no matter how old they are.
“Why are you so different?” I knew the answer but I asked it anyway.
“What do you mean?” Freddie wrinkled his brow.