Model for the Mob (Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance)

I throw my head back and scream, no longer capable of feeling self-conscious.

All the closeness we’ve shared has obliterated any silly notions of not expressing myself.

Luca has made me realize how sexy I can be.

I embrace it in this moment, bouncing against him and singing out my lust.

“Fuck, your pussy is tight when you come.”

“Yes,” I scream, when another orgasm erupts in my belly, squeezing a tight ball of heavenly want.

Everything burns, every inch of me set alight with the glory of this moment.

When the orgasm passes my lower half feels tired and content, I shift my hips as I lean in to take my man’s lips.

He meets me in the middle and we kiss frantically, our lips and our teeth scraping together in a mess of longing and want. He drives deeper, his enflamed helm touching parts of me I never knew existed before Luca.

But that’s nothing new.

Physically and emotionally, he’s opened me up to a whole new world.

I let out a shivering choked noise when another orgasm flares from the end of his cock, the flames spreading and licking me up from the inside, scorching me.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Yes,” he growls. “Together—do it… together.”

I clasp his face in my hands, staring into his eyes as they become hazy and glassy, like the beast inside of him has completely taken over. His muscles stand taut against his skin, everything straining with the onset of his – of our – release.

“Together,” I moan. “Together, together…”

He roars and I scream as our releases come in unison, both of us floating on a raft of pure euphoria, devouring each other with our eyes as our bodies send out the last moments of pulsating pleasure.

His cock pumps inside of me, as though I can feel his seed shooting into me and into my womb, nestling warmly there as we clasp tighter onto each other.

He collapses atop me, his rock hard body pressed up against mine, flattening my breasts against him and making my nipples tingle invitingly.

He slides aside and I roll over, placing my cheek against his chest, feeling his heartbeat thunder against my cheek and through my body. I squeeze onto his side and hug as close to him as I can get.

We lie like that for a long time, joined together, as his heartbeat gets quieter and calmer against my ear.

A smile spreads across my cheeks, joy dancing through my body and lighting up my soul.

We did it, my womb sings.

I can’t believe I was worried about this.

It was the most magical thing that’s ever happened to me.

I finally look up to find Luca staring down at me, his face hard, his lips hard, his eyes hard.

A moment of anxiety writhes through me, twisting, but then I beat it back with an internal roar. I won’t let myself sink into these anxious holes anymore. I won’t so willingly interpret everything as a sign of danger, not now, not after what we just did.

“Did I disappoint?” I ask, with what I hope is a playful smile.

He smirks. “You know you didn’t fucking disappoint. That was incredible, Lucy. That was more than incredible. You’re everything I ever dreamed of and more. I can’t believe you were a virgin.”

“Really?” I whisper, elation dancing through me.

“Really,” he says firmly. “It’s like our bodies knew what to do. They were anticipating each other every step of the way. That was… heaven. I know how that sounds. I know it’s cheesy as fuck. But I can’t phrase it any another way.”

“I agree,” I say. “I always thought I’d be fumbling for what to do, but it all came so naturally.”

He smooths his hand down my body, clasping my hip before sliding around to my belly. He keeps his hand there, a warm presence against my skin.

“Do you think it’s too early to tell?” he asks.

“If I’m pregnant?”

“What else?”

I giggle, nodding. “Uh, yeah, I think it may be just a little bit.”

“That’s crazy,” he says. “Because I’m sure I can feel our child growing inside of you. I’m sure I can feel your body’s hunger to give us a family. Does that make me crazy?”

“Maybe,” I say, with another giggle. I can’t stop laughing. I’ve never felt joy so compelling, so certain. “But if you are, maybe I’m a little bit crazy too. I can feel something inside of me, something new. Maybe it’s our child.”

“Our future,” he growls, with a fierce nod. “I just know it is. I can’t believe I found you. I’m the luckiest man alive.”

“I’m the luckiest woman alive,” I say, laying my forearms against his chest and leaning in for a kiss. “Imagine if you weren’t there that night to protect me.”

“I don’t want to think about a life without you in it,” he counters. “I never thought I could be an emotional man. I used to look down on men who expressed their feelings. But now I see how wrong I was. A life without love, without you, Lucy… it’s not a life worth living.”