Luca (Chicago Blaze 2)

“What do you do for a living?” I ask as I wrap my hands around her narrow waist.

“I’m in sales.”

I nod with appreciation. “I can see that. I think you could sell me just about anything.”

I easily lift her into my arms, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist. My mouth covers hers, our tongues tangling and exploring in a passionate first kiss.

Abby’s not like any of the other women I’ve been with. She’s not seeking warmth and affection from me. We’re both all hands and mouths, groping and groaning as we discover new spots to touch and kiss each other.

As soon as I lower her to the bed, Abby pulls off my pants and underwear, pushing me to my back and wrapping her mouth around my cock. I close my eyes and get ahold of myself, because it’s so fucking good I could come in her mouth right now if I let myself. Her mouth is hot, wet and on a mission.

I hang on, her sucking and stroking keeping me right on the edge. When she looks up at me through hooded eyes, I have to stop her. I’m too close, and I’m not a man who comes first.

I flip her onto her back and tug off her panties, her small, neatly trimmed pussy nearly making me blow my load yet again.

Fuck, is it gonna feel good to sink balls deep in there.

But first, I kiss her thighs and lick her sweet pussy, which tastes amazing. She’s wet and so fucking responsive, her fingers wound tightly around my hair and her hips rocking against my face. Once I start sucking her clit, she comes fast, pulling my hair and panting my name as she does.

She drops her hips back to the bed and murmurs, “Fuck me, Luca. Please.”

Within thirty seconds, I’ve gotten a condom out of my jeans and rolled it on. I rub the tip of my cock up and down her wet opening, making her moan.

“Either put your cock in there or my fingers are going in,” she says in challenge.

“You’re used to getting your way?” I ask as I sink all the way in her in a single thrust.

“Ohh, shit.” She grabs my shoulders and lets out a ragged exhale. “That’s good…more.”

“More?” I pull my hips back and then thrust myself forward, closing my eyes.

She’s tight and wet and it feels so fucking good. I didn’t realize how much I needed this.

“Oh, God. Please don’t stop,” she begs.

And I don’t. I fuck her mercilessly until we both come, the headboard banging into the wall as our mingled groans fill every inch of space in the room.

It was an intense fuck, and I have to lay back and rest for a minute after. It wasn’t physically tiring, but I swear her pussy drained every stored-up drop from my cock. I’m drained in the best way.

Still not seeking warmth or cuddles, Abby traces her fingertips up and down my body until I’m rested enough that she can touch my cock again. It hardens immediately from her touch.

“Seems almost unfair for one man to get your looks and this nice fat cock,” she teases.

“Was it unfair when it was inside you?” I tease back.

She gives me a playful smile and kisses my chest. “Mm-mm, no. It seemed quite fair about then. But remember, with great cock comes great responsibility.”

My single note of laughter is cut off by a groan as she kisses lower, near my belly button.

“Is that so? Sounds like an ancient proverb.”

“It is.”

I tip my head up from the mattress, looking at her. “And what responsibility do I have, Abby?”

Her lips curve up in a smile that I can barely see in the darkening room. “You have a solemn duty to make me sore tomorrow. Not just my legs, either. Make my pussy so sore I remember you in every meeting I sit through tomorrow.”

She wraps her lips around my cock, taking it as deep as she can. I groan hard and grip a handful of bedsheets.

Fuck. This woman just might kill me tonight. But what a way to go.Chapter FiveAbby

Something’s not right. I sense light behind my closed eyes, and I sit up in bed.

This is weird. The sun is already up. I haven’t slept past sunrise in a long time. As I realize my breasts are exposed and Luca’s asleep beside me, I pull the sheet up to cover myself.

Where the hell was the alarm on my phone? I was planning to work out this morning and had it set for five. My nakedness isn’t as important as finding out what time it is right now though, so I drop the bedsheet and get out of bed, walking over to the chair in a corner of the room where my purse is sitting.

When I pull it out, I see that the alarm has been going off for more than two hours. My phone was just buried in my purse and I couldn’t hear it.