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Looking into his glittering eyes, I nodded my head.
I wanted the entire freakin’ world to know that he was mine. I wanted them to see that I was his,
too. That he was the absolute center of my world.
It pricked some possessive gene inside of me, reminding me that he wasn’t quite mine—yet.
Them seeing us together, though? That would very well make my life easier.
It was too bad this wasn’t Kilgore, Texas instead of Destin, Florida.
There were plenty of people back home that needed to know exactly what this man was to me.
“So, should I let you be loud?” he rasped, his mouth traveling over my eyes as he bucked his hips.
I whimpered, feeling the impending orgasm come on like a slow roll.
Not quite there, but it had the potential to steal the breath right out of my chest.
“I should,” he fucked up into me harder, his cock hitting so deep that I almost felt pain instead of pleasure.
It was such a fine line that I couldn’t figure out whether I liked it or not. But the thing was, my orgasm was building and building and building. The likes of which I’d never once experienced
before.
I’d given myself plenty of orgasms. I wasn’t a monk. I had a vibrator.
And Luca had given me his fair share with his fingers.
Not to mention the previous night where he’d taken my virginity had rocked my world.
But Jesus Christ.
The feeling that was slowly overtaking my ability to think coherently.
Yeah, that was something that I’d never felt before.
I was building.
It was the fear of being caught, laced with the edge of almost pain, paired with just the simple fact that this was Luca that did it.
In between one breath and the next, my body just… imploded.
From the inside out it started.
Tiny little starbursts of elation and glee rolled through me.
A burst of pleasure started in my vagina and exploded outward.
Tiny goosebumps raced from my navel to my throat.
My nipples pebbled into the hardest peaks I’d ever felt. Paired with them rubbing deliciously
over the ridged scars on Luca’s chest? Yeah, I was just broken. Utterly and figuratively broken.
“Knock, knock!” a cheerful voice called out. “Do you need a refill on any drinks?”
The cabana boy, Richard, was back.
