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“We can’t… you know… here.”
“When I fuck your tight virgin body, it’ll be in a place you deserve. On silk sheets.” Holding her ass with one hand, I glide my other up her inner thigh, then toy with the button on her jeans. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t feel your wetness. That doesn’t mean I can’t make you cream for me.”
I tear the button loose, then slide my hand down her underwear. My dick aches as she trembles against me. I push her folds apart, finding her clit, pressing down. Her underwear is soaked and so damn hot. She’s burning my fingertips with her eagerness.
She falls against me as I begin to rub. Her breath burns hotly against my chest. When I move my hand even quicker, she stumbles back. I cradle her and lower her onto the couch, sitting beside her and shifting my hand even lower, finding her heat.
“You’re soaked for me, Ruby,” I groan. “You’re fucking drenched for me. My sweet virgin… I could slide my dick into you right now, and you’d take it.”
She looks up, her lips trembling. “Luca…”
“I said could,” I groan. “Don’t worry. For now, I just want to see, to feel you creaming for me. Make your underwear even wetter. Drench my hand with your release.”
I grind my palm against her clit, circling her entrance with my finger at the same time. Her moans are the hottest noise I’ve ever heard. Nothing else even compares. Her pussy starts to make wet, horny noises. She opens her mouth like she might apologize, so I kiss her passionately.
She gasps, finding it difficult to kiss me back with the pleasure bursting through her. Our teeth collide, and then she leans back, her eyelids fluttering, an orgasm gripping her. I slip my finger into her, making her gasp in the horniest way. She shifts her hips back and forth at the final moments, and then she collapses against me, biting into my chest.
“Oh… Luca,” she whispers. “That was… oh…”
“It was, oh?” I tease, kissing her forehead, feeling more intimate with her, closer to her than I ever thought I’d be with any woman.
“I’m sorry I can’t?—”
“Don’t even go there,” I say, slipping my hand from her jeans. “When it’s time, you’ll give me everything I want. You’re going to bounce on my dick, your perfect tits shaking. You’re going to come all over my dick. I’m going to explode deep inside your tight, wet, warm pussy.”
She stares up at me, almost like she doesn’t believe it, then nods. “Shall we, uh, continue the tour?”
I smirk. “Sure.”
CHAPTER 13
Ruby
As we walk around the museum together, studying the lit-up displays, part of me wishes I could go back in time to the steaminess. When his hand was between my legs, I experienced pleasure like I had never dreamed of before. It was heaven. It was unbelievable. It was like he was pushing a button deep inside me, linked to some primal part of me, over and over and over.
I could tell he wanted something in return. He couldn’t hide the savage note in his intense eyes. He couldn’t hide the way his breath trembled, as if he was holding himself back. He couldn’t hide any of it, but I couldn’t get over that hump of shyness inside. Sitting there, letting him touch me, that’s one thing. Even getting spanked… Fine, I can handle that.
But doing something to him? I don’t know where to start, and it wasn’t like we were going to have sex there, right? Or maybe that’s what he wanted—expected—and I disappointed him.
“What are your parents like?” he asks after we walk through a section on different kinds of tribes from around the world. “You said they’d freak if they knew you were talking to a mafia prince.”
I shrug. “Normal… ish. Dad works in construction. Mom works at an insurance company. They’ve been going through a divorce for what feels like forever. They argue, then they make up, then they argue again. Honestly, I wish they’d just choose a path.”
“You want them to break up?” he asks.
“No,” I say fiercely, “but I don’t want them to continue torturing each other either. If they could make it work, that’d be good, but I’m not sure they can. Why do you ask?”
He shrugs, looking over at a display. “I feel like you belong to me, Ruby, but I don’t even know your parents’ names. It’s making me feel crazy.”
I lean over and nudge him. It feels so natural, way more than it should. “If you’re crazy, then so am I.”
He smirks and sweeps his arms around me, pulling me against him. I can feel how solid he is. I can feel the lust and the hunger pumping through him, sense it in the thundering of his heartbeat. “You’re definitely crazy,” he whispers before kissing me.
