I teased her, bit her, kept her other wrist pinned until I couldn’t handle another second.
I pulled back and rolled her around, turned her over, got that gorgeous ass up in the air. She stared back at me, eyes wide as I took off her panties, got them halfway down between her thighs, couldn’t wait another second.
I shoved her down, her face into the pillows, and slid my cock inside.
She gasped and I swear she bit the comforter, bit it hard, teeth clenching before she let out another groan. I filled her to the brim, thick cock spreading her wide, and slowly pulled back, then pushed back in.
I grabbed her hips hard, gripping her as pleasure flooded me. Her pussy gripped me, tight and warm and wet and perfect. I slid myself in, slid myself back out, leaned over her and felt her body, teased her breasts, tweaked her nipples between my fingers. I bit her shoulder and tasted her skin, heard her moans, pulled her hair, spanked her ass. I fucked her, took her, controlled her body the way I needed to.
She gasped my name, panted it over and over.
“I love the way you say that,” I whispered, leaning forward, lips against her ear. “I love the way you say my name.”
“Luca,” she gasped as I slapped her ass, making her pretty cheek pink with my handprint.
“You say it like you can’t help yourself,” I said. “Like my name’s your favorite thing in the world.”
“Maybe it is,” she said. “Oh, shit, if you keep doing that, it will be.”
I growled and fucked her, making her sweat, making her hips work in delicious circles.
I pulled back and she turned around, throwing herself at me. She kissed me then dropped down, sucked me again, licked her pussy juices off my shaft before pushing me down onto the bed. I let her straddle me and arch her back, hips moving as she slid me inside again.
I kissed her then watched her ride.
She was gorgeous, sweat dripping down her skin as pleasure blossomed between us. I don’t know how long she worked her body on my hard cock or how many times she said my name or how hard I slapped her ass. None of it mattered, nothing mattered except that bed, that moment, her body on mine. She kept going, hands on my chest, and I knew she was close. Her eyes rolled back as she gasped, panting, moaning, my name coming faster, faster, “Luc-Luc-Lu-Lu,” and oh, fuck, it was glorious, she couldn’t get the word out as the orgasm tore through her.
I felt her come, felt her pussy get soaked, her back arched, her body trembled.
“Luca,” she gasped. “Oh, fuck, Luca.”
I let loose a growl, unable to control it. As she started to come down, a stupid laughing smile on her lips, I pulled her off, turned her around, pushed her down. I pinned her there, held her there, fucked her from behind again, roaring like a lion, letting it out, letting all my aggression roll through me and into her tight pussy.
I came, filling her to the brim. I filled her up, not thinking, not caring, as she writhed her hips like the world was going to end in the morning.
I fell onto the bed beside her and she cuddled up against my chest.
“Good boy,” she said.
I smirked, grabbed her hair, and kissed her.
She laughed when I released her.
“Don’t worry, little Clair,” I said. “There’s more, plenty more. I haven’t gotten my fill of you yet.”
“I hope not,” she said.
I wrapped my big arms around her and pulled her closer. I wished I could hold her closer, bring her inside me, never let her leave, but I knew the future was coming whether I wanted it to or not.
“I need to know something,” I said.
“Yeah?” she asked.
“Why are you going to do it?”
She was quiet for a few heartbeats. I counted them, ten in all. I ran my fingers through her hair and let her think.
“She’d do it for me,” she said.
“But you know this won’t go well.”
“I hope that’s not true.”
“I’m telling you, this won’t go well. The Jalisco are too well armed. Your mother—”
“She’d do it for me,” she said again. “After what happened to my dad, I think we both just sort of… we both know we can’t let the mafia take either of us away again.”
I grunted and stared at the ceiling. I knew that already, but hearing her say it got through to me.
“You think you have to,” I said.
“That, and it’s the right call,” she said.
“How?”
“Vincent’s right, if I just give the Jalisco my money, it’ll only make them stronger.”
“True,” I said, as much as I didn’t want to.
“If I give them nothing, then they’ll torture her. Send her back in little pieces until I crack and give them the money, which I don’t want to do.”