Chapter 51

51

Luca

I lunge forward and inside her. Her pussy instantly clamps down on my dick. "F-u-c-k," I growl. Why does she feel so good, so incredibly arousing? Why does she feel so much like home? I hook my arms under her knees and push them against her shoulders, then I begin to fuck her in earnest. Each time I push her, the bed rocks. Each time I pull out of her, she whines. She lifts her hips, chasing the sensation of my cock, and a fierce sensation grips me. The next time I bury myself inside her, I lean my weight forward. The angle rubs my pelvic bone against her clit and she whines. I grip one of her arms and wrench it up until she wraps her fingers around the headboard. Then I do the same to the other. "Hold on."

Her gaze widens.

I peer deep into those caramel eyes of hers, those gorgeous eyes that are seared into my brain. I hold her gaze and push into her over and over again. I pinch her nipple and she gasps. Color smears her wet cheeks, wet from the tears of her release, from being pushed so far beyond her limits, from the intensity of her orgasm. And I'm going to wring another from her, and push her even further. I twist her nipple, then the other and her entire body shudders. I slide my hand between us, tweak her clit, and she clamps down on me.

"Oh, god, Luca. Oh, god." Another teardrop squeezes out of the corner of her eye; I lick it up. Then I pull back, tilt my hips, and this time when I thrust into her, I grind the heel of my palm into her swollen bud. Her body bows off the bed and her spine curves. She opens her mouth and a keening sound emerges as she shatters. Moisture bathes my cock as I continue to fuck her through her orgasm. Aftershocks rip through her as I plunge forward and empty myself into her. I watch her eyelids flutter, then bend down and kiss her lips, her cheeks, her nose, her still closed eyelids. She makes a sound of contentment, which hits me deep inside and travels down my spine to my shaft. Why is it that when she's happy, I feel so content?

I peer into her features as she opens her eyes. We stare at each other, and I know something has changed between us. Something I can't quite put my finger on. My chest feels full, and my stomach is tied up in knots. Every part of me is alive in a way it has never been before. My cock extends, wanting to be embedded even further inside of her. She's an addiction. A dangerous craving. A compulsion I can't live without. A habit-forming drug that, now that I've sampled it, I can't do without. She's my fixation. My obsession. My weakness. The one thing my enemies can use to get to me. One I need to protect with my life. If something were to happen to her, I'd never survive. I stiffen. That can never happen. I'll die before I allow that. "If anyone dares even look at you, I'll kill them."

She holds my gaze, then chuckles. "That's a bit difficult, considering I'm going to be on stage with the audience watching me."

"If anyone dares hurt a hair on your head, I'll shoot him."

"As long as you're there, nothing can happen to me. I know that." She sounds so certain.

"It makes you happy to be on that stage?" I push a strand of hair back from her forehead.

"More than anything." She peers between my eyes. "What is it? What is it you're not telling me?"

I open my mouth to do just that, then change my mind. I thrust into her, and the full length of my swollen dick rubs up against her inner walls. "Does it make you happy to be fucked by me?" I growl.

She swallows. Her pupils dilate. "More than anything."

"Right answer."

I pull out of her, then flip her over on her front. I draw her up so she's balanced on her hands and knees, then palm her gorgeous butt. She shivers. I squeeze both of her ass cheeks, then pull them apart and thrust my face between them.

She yells, "What are you doing? What?—"

I tongue that knot of nerves between her butt cheeks and she shudders.

"Oh, god, Luca."

My dick throbs. When she says my name in that tone of voice, it's all I can do to stop myself from tearing into her and beating my chest and claiming she's mine.

I squeeze her ass cheeks again, then reach around and strum her pussy lips. I bring my other hand up to her breast and massage her flesh. She whines. Then pushes her butt back, chasing more of the sensations. Searching for something more. Something thicker, harder, stronger to fill the emptiness that gnaws inside her. I plunge my fingers, all four of them, inside her channel. She gasps. Her entire body trembles, and that's my undoing.

I piston my fingers in and out of her, in and out. A squelching sound fills the space. She's so wet, her cum drips down her inner thigh and my wrist. I scoop it up, then straighten and smear it around her puckered hole. I slide my finger inside her, then another. I scissor them in her back channel and she sinks down, pushing her cheek into the pillow. Her harsh breathing and mine fills the room. I pull my fingers out and replace them with the crown of my cock. Then I push in. She gasps. Her entire body freezes. I'm already so wet from her cum that I slide in easily.

"Oh, god, Luca. You're so huge. So large. You're filling me up."

I grip her hips and grit my teeth to hold myself in place, allowing her to adjust to my size.

She draws in a breath, then glances at me over her shoulder. "Don't stop, not now."

This woman! She's going to be the death of me.

"Touch yourself," I snap.

She hesitates.

"Do it, Angel." I lower my voice to a hush and she shivers. "Now," I order.

She shoves her hand down between her legs and begins to strum her pussy lips.

"Slide your fingers inside your cunt," I command.

She does that, too. That's when I pump my hips and slide forward.

"Oh, god." Her eyelids flutter shut.

"Eyes on me."

She cracks open her heavy eyelids, and I hold her gaze as I begin to fuck her ass. She slips her fingers in and out of herself as I seat myself inside her fully. Then I pull her back so she arches into my chest, with my cock still sheathed in her tight little asshole. I place my fingers over hers, sliding them inside of her. Her spine curves. She thrusts her hips back, breasts thrust forward. With my other hand still on her hip, I keep her pinned in place as I thrust into her over and over again. I bottom out inside her, and she shudders. Her shoulders snap back.

That's when I gaze deep into her eyes and growl, "Come."