Page 36 of The Hidden Heir

I end up on the bed, splayed like a queen as he towers before me, naked and hung like a king.

“My God, you’re a fucking goddess,” Luca declares and hooks his fingers into my panties. He makes them disappear, then spreads my legs to get a full view of a wet, aching pussy that needs him.

“Oh, Luca,” I moan when he dives in head-first.

It’s madness.

It’s mindless delight.

It’s heaven on earth as his tongue slides between my wet folds, tasting and exploring me, worshiping my core like I’m the tastiest treat he’s ever put his lips on. I love the sound of his ragged breath, the feel of his fingers slipping through and deep inside me.

“Fuck,” I whisper, and he reaches upward to grab and squeeze my breast.

Pinching my nipple between his thumb and index finger, Luca sends me straight into the stratosphere, simultaneously licking and suckling my clit and finger-fucking me into the sweetest oblivion.

My hips tilt upward in response to his hand movement.

The pressure builds and quickly rises past the point of no return.

I glance down to admire this man as he devours me, and I cry out when the orgasm hits me deep and hard. I come gushing and quivering like a leaf in the night’s cool breeze as Luca sucks my tender clit, squeezing every drop of pleasure out of me. By the time I unravel and soften against his lips, he comes up to kiss me.

“You’re perfect, Valentina, precisely the way you are,” he says, our mouths locking in delirium.

“I need you,” I say, my hands caressing his sculpted shoulders, reaching around his muscular back. “I need you, Luca. Deep inside me.”

“It’s a dangerous request, my darling,” he says with hooded, dark eyes.

“Why?”

“Because I might become addicted. Then what will I do?”

The tip of his cock tests my entrance. Slowly, he lets it glide between my folds, then spears me with his full length.

“OH, FUCK!” I gasp, suddenly split in half and filled and stretched beyond my wildest dreams.

“Tell me, Valentina, what will I do?”

I’m hanging on by a thread, running my fingers through his hair and showering him with hot, wet, needy kisses. “Then take me, over and over, Luca. Take me.”

“As you wish,” he replies.

The rhythm builds. Slowly, at first, with our gazes locked. He moves faster, sliding in and out, deeper and harder with every thrust. My breasts bounce, and he pins me into the mattress, crushing me under his massive weight, but I love it.

I love every goddamn second as I wrap my legs around his waist and rise to meet him. Deeper and harder, fucking me until I witness the world disappear from everywhere around us.

“Come for me,” he commands.

I’m clenched tightly around his gargantuan cock, and I feel the vein thickening and throbbing against my walls. He pounds into me, turning into a veritable beast, as he bites into the side of my neck.

The pressure builds, the temperature rises.

I’m on the surface of the sun, turning to ashes as Luca claims he. I hold onto him with everything I’ve got, struggling to breathe as the climax unfurls in my center.

“Don’t stop,” I beg him. “Please, Luca, don’t stop.”

“I can’t stop, Valentina. You’re making it impossible for me to ever… stop…”

Harder.