Page 6 of The Taste of Deceit

“You feel so good already,” he murmurs against my skin.

I moan, a low sound that vibrates in my throat. His hand finds me between my legs, and his fingers glide through my wetness. He makes a pleased sound.

“Look at that,” he says. “You’re ready for me.”

“Luca—“

He chuckles, shifting his weight and positioning himself. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”

He pushes in slowly, and I feel every inch. I gasp, my hands gripping his shoulders.

“You can take it,” he says. “You always can.”

He pushes farther in, but stops when he’s fully inside. His forehead rests against mine.

“Feel good?” he asks.

“Yes.” The word comes out shaky. “So, so good.”

He starts to move. Slow, deep strokes that drag against my walls. I moan with each one. His breath is hot against my ear.

“Look how pretty you are,” he says. “All wrapped around my cock.”

I groan, and his pace picks up, just a little. The sound of our bodies meeting fills the room.

“This is what you wanted, right?” he whispers.

“Mhm,” I gasp.

“Use your words, Baby Girl.”

“Yes, please don’t stop,” I breathe.

“I won’t.” He kisses me, open-mouthed and messy.

The pressure builds, and I moan louder, my nails digging into his back.

“That’s it,” he says. “Let me hear you.”

I can’t help it. Every sound escapes me. He drives into me, steady and relentless.

“You’re close,” he says.

“Yes. Yes, please.”

“I want to feel you come on my cock.” His voice is rough.

That’s all it takes. The orgasm crashes through me. My body clenches around him, and I cry out, shuddering beneath him. He keeps moving through it, drawing it out until I’m trembling. When I start to come down, he slows. He’s still hard inside me. He looks down at me.

“One more,” he says. “I want to feel you come again.”

I’m still sensitive, but I nod.

“Beg for it,” he says.

“Luca, please.”

He doesn’t move.