Page 15 of His Kidnapped Queen
One night. I can give myself that, right?
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LUCA
She wraps around me like a vise, already fluttering, about to come just from me sliding inside her.
I curse out a string of Italian and her blue eyes widen, but she doesn’t comment.
She looks Italian herself, other than her impossibly blue eyes, her skin tan, her hair long and dark, curled at the ends.
She looks up at me with those blue eyes, her pupils blown, mouth open as she rocks her hips, trying to bounce on my cock.
“Look at you,” I murmur. “So desperate for my cock. Is this what you wanted, pixie?”
“Yes,” she manages, digging her nails into my shoulders. She wraps her legs around my waist, tightening her thighs to bring me closer.
“You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?” I ask, and she bites her lip, looking away.
“Just want it so bad,” she says in a quiet voice, and I can’t help but chuckle, finding her adorable and incredibly sexy all at the same time.
“Want you, too,” I admit, and usually I wouldn’t. Usually I’d just keep making her beg, but I can’t help the way my hips thrust forward.
She moans deep in her throat, almost a growl as I thrust harder. Her hips rock to meet my thrusts, her thighs thick and jiggling as I pump in and out of her.
“Fucking perfect.”
I don’t even realize I said it until she whines, looking up at me with desperate blue eyes.
“Luca,” she whimpers. “I’m close. So close.”
“I can feel it. I can feel you clenching around me, pixie. Come for me. Let go. I’ve got you.”
I scoop my hands under her back, lifting her up as I keep moving my hips. She wraps her arms around my neck, panting as she holds on.
I feel her walls pulse around me as she comes, going limp in my arms, her eyes rolling back in her head, and my balls draw up.
I drag in a ragged breath, trying to hold on. I have control. I’ve always had control, and that’s why I’m not worried about fucking this little detective with no condom.
But I’m steadily approaching my orgasm.
“You on the pill?” I rasp, looking down at her with urgency.
“IUD,” she answers, barely managing to get the words out as I feel her come around me again.
“Good,” I grunt, and thrust deep and spill inside her, unable to stop myself.
I blame it on the fact that she has my perfect body type—smaller breasts, a wide, ample ass…
And those sharp blue eyes of hers that go all doe when I kiss her.
She’s a cop. I shouldn’t be here.
I shouldn’t be tugging her into my arms, drawing her close, kissing along her collarbones. Taking her for round two and three until she’s a boneless mess in my arms.
I nuzzle into the hollow of her neck, and she laughs softly. It makes something in my chest flip.
My spent cock twitches, wondering if I could have her again before morning.
