Broken Beginnings (The Moretti Crime Family 3)

“Come for me, Claire…” I squeeze her throat just a little and can feel her hard nipples against my forearm.

Faster and faster, I rub, and then she shatters. She goes off like a rocket, her entire body shaking with aftershocks of pleasure. I tug my hand free of her panties, half tempted to shove my fingers in my mouth and lick her juices off them.

I’m starved for her.

I move to a kneeling position and roll Claire onto her back. She looks up at me with a half-lidded gaze. I’m crazed with need, but I tamp the need down, letting my gaze roam over her perfect body. Vulnerable, soft, a temptation that I cannot deny.

My fingers dip into the hem of her panties, and I drag them down her legs. Claire doesn’t struggle further, probably realizing there is no point. Her legs part, and I can make out the contours of her pussy in the shadows. Fuck. I can’t help myself.

I drop to my stomach, grab her by the hips, and drag her to my mouth.

“Lucca, what are you—” Her words are cut off when I bury my face between her thighs.

I drag my tongue between her wet folds and find the gem hidden inside. She’s already drenched, but I want her to be nothing but a heap of her own juices and my cum once I’m finished. I part her folds and alternate between flicking and sucking her clit.

“Oh god. Oh god.” Her hands make their way into my hair, and I smile against her pussy. Minutes ago, she was trying to push me away. Now she refuses to let me escape.

When her body tenses, I move south and trace the seam of her pussy with the tip of my tongue. In and out my tongue goes, fucking her when I wish it was my cock that was.

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Claire cries.

She’s close to coming, but the next time she comes, it will be on my cock. With my eyes fixed on her, I pull away and crawl up her body, kneeling between her legs.

A disapproving whine meets my ears but is cut off when I lift her hips and jut my hips forward to nudge my erection against her entrance.

“This is how I should’ve taken you the first time, and I’m sorry that I didn’t.” I press a kiss to the crown of her forehead, blanket her body with mine, and push inside of her. Our gazes are fixed on one another, mine wild, and hers shocked.

I hurt her before, and I will never do so again.

I pause my movements and drop my head into the crook of her neck, peppering kisses along her collar bone and throat. Fuck, she’s so tight it feels like a vice is wrapped around my cock. A hiss escapes between my gritted teeth, and when I pull back and look into her eyes once more, I find a turbulent amount of emotions there. Then I slide home, moving deeper, feeling our connection grow with every stroke of my cock in her tight channel.

Holding her to my chest, I don’t just fuck her. I do something I’ve never done before. Something I didn’t even know I was capable of. I make love to her.

“So tight and perfect,” I whisper into her good ear.

She lets out a soft sigh, and I up my pace, driving into her harder and faster. The walls of her pussy grip me so hard stars form behind my eyes.

“Lucca,” she rasps, her sharp nails sink into my shoulders.

My control snaps at the sound of my name, it’s pure bliss, and I have to hear her say it again. I piston my hips, the slap of our bodies connecting fill the air, and Claire tips her head back into the pillow, showing off the slender column of her neck.

I can’t help myself. I latch onto her throat, sucking the flesh hard while maintaining the same rhythm and speed.

Higher and higher we go, twisting together, intertwining with each other.

“Tell me… has another man touched you?” I pull out and slam back into her, grinding my pubic bone against her clit. “Touched what’s mine?”

“No.” The word comes out as a scream, and with no warning, she explodes, her walls clenching and spasming around me.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she gasps for air like she’s drowning.

Her orgasm drives me forward, and my muscles quake, my balls draw together, and my impending release hangs above my head, waiting to drop.

Fuck, I don’t want this moment between us to end. I peer down into her eyes, hazy with pleasure, and lose myself completely. A few more strokes and my balls ache, my eyes flutter closed, and I hold Claire tighter as a primal roar escapes my throat, and I empty myself deep inside her.