Even more so when Luca mumbled a heated curse and started tearing open his belt and unbuttoning his pants. His suit jacket was still on, and I knew this was going to be quick and dirty. A desperate fuck where we couldn’t even be bothered to remove our clothes. And I could feel myself dripping with the idea.
“Luca…” His name sounded like a plea, and that’s probably because it was. I wanted this man owning me. And when he freed himself and I saw what he was capable of, I begged, “Please…”
His voice was tight as he said, “I want to taste you first.”
Later.
That was my first thought. I wanted Luca inside me. I didn’t need foreplay. I was wet enough for whatever he could deliver. “You can taste me later,” I whimpered. “I want you.”
His eyes met mine, and his face was confidence and cockiness in the flesh. “Doubtful,” he smirked as one hand wrapped around my thigh and the other was wrapped around the base of his cock. “I’m not a fan of tasting my own cum, so looks like we’ll be showering after this because I’m fucking you raw, baby.” And before I could voice my permission for such an intimate act, Luca shoved his cock inside me and I all ability to speak vanished.
My body bowed and my hands flew behind me to grip the edge of the table in a poor attempt to hold on to the pain and pleasure threatening to tear me apart. It’s been ages since I’ve had sex, but I knew that wouldn’t matter with the size Luca had forced inside my unrelenting body.
He had his hands wrapped around the top of my thighs, and he used the hold he had on me to keep me from moving up with the force of his thrusts. My head was whipping back and forth, and I was moaning like a whore as Luca slammed into me repeatedly, stretching me beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before.
He was also doing it all without protection, but I couldn’t find it in me to care right now. It was irresponsible and dangerous, but I didn’t care. The pleasure felt like it was worth anything I might have to endure afterwards.
I looked at him and the picture we painted was obscene. Fully clothed, the man was thrusting into my body and his eyes were trapped in the voyeurism of watching his cock splitting my pussy open. Luca was watching my body taking him in and it felt decadent.
He must have felt me watching him watching us because his eye suddenly lifted, trapping mine. His black eyes danced with fire and it was the first time I’ve ever seen any kind of color in that dark gaze of his. Suddenly, I wanted to see what he saw. I wanted to see what it was that put that look in his eyes.
“I’m going to record this,” he grunted. “I’m going to record my cock stretching your soaked, pink cunt open, baby. I’m going to record it and watch it when I can’t be with you.” He let go of one of thighs and his hand splayed over my trimmed triangle of curls as his thumb rubbed against my clit.
My grip tightened on the table’s edge. “Oh, God…Luca…”
“You like that?” he teased. “You like it when I play with your pussy, Remy? Or is it my cock filling you up that you like?”
“Both,” I answered shamelessly. “Both.” His thrust continued their punishing assault and I could feel myself racing towards that edge of ecstasy.
“I’m going to cum in your pussy, Remy,” he promised. “I’m going to cum in your pussy and continue to fuck you savagely all night long.” I lost my breath. “I’m going to own your cunt, your mouth, and your ass. I’m going to cover you from head to fucking toe.” His panting raced with each filthy word he spewed. “If you have all of me, I’m going to own all of you. Every fucking piece, Remy. Every fucking piece.”
“Luca…oh, God…Luca…” My body wanted to hold him to his word. My mind was trying to sneak in and expose the insanity of letting someone like Luca Benetti in. But my soul, my soul was telling me it was too late. He was already embedded deep.
Luca was going to control me through sex, and I knew. And despite what he said, I’d never really ever control him. He was Luca Benetti.