Chapter 7Ciara

Chapter 7

Ciara

Nando and Neveah were on their honeymoon, and I would be damned if I disturbed them now. Luca was insisting I need to inform Nando about what happened because he would want to know. I knew that, but Neve was pregnant, and she'd just been through hell a couple months ago and I hated to have to put her through more shit.

While Luca took care of me by making me eat and hugging me every few seconds, I began to calm down. My brain seemed to have cleared up a bit and I realized something. When he was with me I was calmer, and I felt safe when he held me in his arms. And I wanted to fuck him again … shit, something was definitely wrong with me. Pulling away, I scooted some distance from him.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

I managed a smile. "I'm fine. It's better I keep my distance."

"Do I make you uncomfortable?"

"No, it's not that," I mumbled turning my face away, but the man was persistent.

"Then what is it?"

I stood. "Nothing is wrong. I'll go get dressed."

He also stood and held my hand, caressing my palm. "If something is wrong, just tell me, okay?"

"Damn it Luca, just fucking leave me alone!" I pulled my hand away.

He lowered his eyes, a smorgasbord of emotions on his face. However, he replied in a calm voice, "Okay, I'll leave you alone."

I watched him pick up his jacket which he'd thrown over the back of the sofa. He then picked up his phone and started to walk away. This pissed me off even more.

"So, you're just going to leave?"

He stopped and turned, tossing away his jacket in frustration. "What the fuck you want from me woman?"

It was good to see him react instead of always being nice and calm. He stepped closer to me, and I moved back.

"Answer me," he insisted. "What do you want?"

My knees hit the back of the sofa, and my ass fell on the cushion. He was over me in no time, unbuckling his belt. Our eyes met and locked while he unzipped his pants.

"Tell me what you want," he demanded, his hand pausing over his dick.

My eyes lingered on his crotch as my tongue came out to swipe across my dry lips. "You already fucking know!"

"No, tell me. I wanna hear you say it."

"Damn you Luca, I want you to fuck me again!" I snarled. "Happy now?"

A sly smirk lifted the corner of his lips. "No baby, I'll only be happy when my dick is buried deep inside your hot wet pussy. From today, it's no more Mr. Nice Guy."

Like Hercules, this man picked me up from the sofa like a damn sack of potatoes and threw me over his shoulders. "You said you were going to get dressed?"

"Put me down."

"When I'm good and ready."

He took me to the bathroom, setting me down on the shower mat while he removed his clothes. I stood there dumbfounded watching him as he stood naked before me. His thick dick throbbing fiercely, bouncing up and down.

"What are you waiting for?" he asked. "Aren't you going to take a shower?"

"With you?"

His answer was stepping into the stall and turning on the faucet. Holding his dick, he pointed it in my direction. "Hurry up, my dick is waiting."

My pussy walls clenched and unclenched as I removed my clothes. By the time I joined him I was all wet and ready, the ache in my abdomen matching the one in my chest. I wanted to fuck the pain away and it seemed that only Lucas could help me. Bending me over, he parted my cheeks and roughly slammed into me.

"That's for your fucking attitude," he uttered.

"Is that all you got?" I countered.

Pulling out, he smashed my pussy once again. I gritted my teeth, suppressing a moan. His hand reached around to grab a breast, squeezing it hard. His other hand gripped my chin, pushing my head backwards, his head coming down for a kiss. Sliding down his hand he wrapped his finger around my throat while still kissing me.

His hips started moving slowly, then built into a rhythmic tempo, coming harder and harder. One hand was on my throat and another on my breast while his dick pummeled me hard. I could barely hold my sanity as my walls tightened, my back arching. The explosion was fierce, having me scream deep in my throat. He squeezed my neck as my orgasm reached its peak.

"Fuck!" I wheezed through his kiss.

The man kissed me harder while biting my tongue. I reached up and grabbed a fistful of his dark hair, pulling as hard as I could. He pummeled me hard, I felt him all the way inside my belly. I could even feel the knob from the dick ring against my cervix. He was riding me like a mad man, pushing me all the way onto the stall wall. My breasts crushed by the tiles and his dick sinking deeper, about to bust my damn gut. I felt him swell, the pulse of his dick and the squirt. His head threw back as he let out a loud roar, the hand on my breast tightening while the other gripped my hip tightly.

Now that the kiss was broken and my throat free, I slid my hand underneath to hold his balls, caressing them through my fingers. My other hand reached back to grab and give his ass a healthy slap. He pulled me upright, close to his body, sliding his hand down to fiddle with my clit while he continued to slide in and out of me.

"Oh Fuck!" he murmured, his movements becoming slower as his orgasm subsided. "Your pussy is addictive."