5. Luciano
Chapter 5
Luciano
O h, fuck me, I can’t help but groan as I watch her squirm beneath my touch. Her pussy is so goddamn slick that her arousal coats my fingers like a sinful glaze. I can’t get enough of the way she moves, grinding her hips, desperate and needy against my hand like she’s fucking starving for it. I mean, Jesus Christ, she’s dripping, her juices practically pooling around my knuckles, and the sound of her wet cunt as I rub her clit is enough to make my cock throb like a beast ready to pounce.
Her panties are barely a memory now, just a ruined scrap of fabric I flung aside without a second thought. The way her bare, glistening pussy looks—pink and swollen, begging for my tongue, my cock, my everything —is enough to drive me insane. I don’t even care that my slacks are about to burst open from the pressure of my erection. All I care about is how she’s writhing beneath me, her tits bouncing with every ragged breath, her nipples hard and begging for my mouth.
I slide a finger inside her, slow and deliberate, just to hear her gasp. Her walls clamp down on me like a vice, and I can feel her pulse around me, throbbing like she’s about to explode. “Fuck, Luca,” she whimpers, and it’s music to my ears. I add another finger, stretching her open, savoring the way she moans.
But I’m not done with her yet, not even close. I lean down, my breath hot against her clit, and I start to tease her with my tongue. She tastes like heaven—sweet and tangy, so intoxicating I could get drunk off her. Her hips buck against my face, and I pin her down with one hand on her stomach, holding her still as I devour her. My tongue flicks and circles her clit, fast and relentless, until her nails are digging into my scalp like she’s trying to claw her way into my brain.
I pull away just long enough to smirk up at her, my lips and chin glistening with her juices. “You gonna come for me, baby?” I growl, voice low and rough. She nods frantically, her eyes wild with need, and I dive back in, fucking her with my fingers while I suck her clit into my mouth. Her orgasm hits like a freight train, her body shaking uncontrollably as she screams
But I’m not done. I’m nowhere near fucking done. I pull my fingers out of her dripping cunt and bring them to my mouth, tasting her as I stand up. Her eyes are half-lidded, her lips parted, and I can see the hunger still burning in them.
I unbuckle my belt with one hand, the leather sliding free with a hiss that makes her shudder. My cock’s already hard when I pull it out, throbbing in my grip as I stroke it slow and deliberate, smearing a bead of pre-cum down the length of my shaft. Her eyes lock on it, and I can see the hunger in her—that desperate, insatiable need to be filled. I smirk because I know what’s coming next, and she’s not ready. Not even close.
“You’re not getting off that easy, baby. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me in your throat.”
Allegra whimpers and the sound goes straight to my dick. I grab her hips and yank her to the edge of the bed, her ass hanging off the side. I don’t give her time to think, don’t give her time to breathe. I just slam into her, balls-deep in one brutal thrust. Her cunt clenches around me, wet and hot and so fucking tight it’s a miracle I don’t lose it right then and there.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You take me so fucking good. Your pussy’s made for this, isn’t it? Made to be fucking ruined.”
She moans, her nails digging into my arms as I start to fuck her in earnest. Every thrust drives me deeper. She’s so wet it’s obscene, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing in the room like some perverse symphony. I lean down, my breath hot against her ear. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her voice breaking on the word. “Yes, Luca, please?—“
“Please, what?” I demand, slowing my thrusts just enough to drive her insane. “Tell me what you want.”
“Harder,” she begs, a single word that spurs me on.
That’s exactly what I’m going to do. I pin her down, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises, and I give it to her raw and unrelenting. Her pussy grips me like it’s trying to milk every drop of cum from my balls, and I’m not far from giving it to her. But I’m not done yet.
Each thrust draws another desperate moan from her lips, her body trembling beneath me as I claim her completely. The bed frame creaks in protest, but I don’t care—all I can focus on is the way she takes me, the way she surrenders everything to my control. Her skin is flushed, a light sheen of sweat making her glow in the dim light as I drive us both toward the edge.
I pull out abruptly, leaving her empty and gasping, her body shuddering at the sudden loss. In one fluid motion, I flip her onto her stomach, admiring how eagerly she follows my lead. Her ass is in the air, presented like the most tempting offering, and I can’t resist giving it a sharp slap. The impact leaves a perfect pink handprint blooming across her skin. She cries out, a delicious mix of pleasure and need, but she doesn’t pull away—no, she pushes back against me, her spine arching beautifully as her arousal drips down her thighs, leaving a glistening trail of desire.
“You want it,” I say, running my cock along her slick folds, savoring how she trembles at the teasing stroke. “Beg for it.”
“Please,” she whimpers, her voice broken and desperate, her fingers clutching the sheets beneath her until her knuckles turn white. “I need you inside me. I need to feel all of you.”
“That’s my girl,” I murmur, and then I’m inside her again, deeper than before, my cock hitting every sensitive spot until she’s screaming my name like a prayer. She’s close—I can feel it in the way her cunt clenches around me—and I’m not far behind. But I’ll make her come first. She’ll come so hard she forgets how to breathe.
I reach around to rub her clit, my fingers working in time with my thrusts, and it doesn’t take long before she’s shattering around me, her pussy pulsing and squeezing my cock. I let go with a roar, burying myself to the hilt as I spill into her, hot and thick.
A million thoughts go through my head in an instant, each one hazier than the last, but I can’t do anything except pour into her until I’m completely empty, grinding against her ass until every last delicious twitch of my orgasm subsides. When I finally pull out of her, my cock is slick with our mingled juices.
Allegra’s pussy is swollen, dripping my cum down her perfect, quivering thighs for a moment before she climbs onto the bed and rolls onto her back with a satisfied sigh. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, and her skin glows with a sheen of sweat like she’s been electrocuted. I collapse next to her on the mattress, every muscle in my body trembling from exertion, my heart slamming against my ribs like a wild animal trying to escape its cage.
“That was my first time,” she says after a long moment of silence. Her fingers absently trace patterns on the sweat-dampened sheets.
I go still, her words slamming into me like a fist to the ribs. My breath catches, and for the first time since we walked into this room, I feel completely sober.
That was her first time.
My gut twists, nausea creeping up the back of my throat. I fucked her like I would fuck anyone else—rough, selfish, a desperate attempt to chase away my own demons. There was no tenderness, no careful pacing, no moment where I considered that she might need something different . Better .
I push up onto my elbow, running a hand through my damp hair. “ Shit ,” I mutter, voice rough. “Allegra, I didn’t— I didn’t know.” My tongue feels thick in my mouth, stumbling over the words. “I should’ve— fuck —I should’ve been more?—”
She turns onto her side to face me, and the low light of the cheap hotel lamp casts a soft shadow over her bare skin. Her fingers still against the sheets, and something flickers in her expression—something almost amused. “More what?” she murmurs.
I swallow hard, frustration at myself mounting. “Gentle,” I finally say. “Slower. I should’ve—Christ, I should’ve asked?—”
She reaches out, her fingers brushing over my forearm, stopping my rambling dead in its tracks. “Luca,” she says softly, a little laugh woven into the syllables. “I liked it like that.”
I stare at her, disbelief warring with guilt. “That was your first time,” I repeat, as if she doesn’t already know that.
A blush creeps up her neck, staining her skin a delicate pink. “I know. I was there.”
I exhale sharply, shaking my head, still not sure what to make of this. My instincts scream that I did something wrong. She should be upset. Regretful. Anything but whatever this is.
But she shifts closer, propping herself up on one elbow. Her eyes meet mine with a certainty that makes my chest tight. “I knew what I was looking for when I came out tonight,” she says. “And I knew what was going to happen when I came in here with you. I’m not some naive girl who doesn’t understand her own choices.”
My stomach clenches. “I could’ve hurt you.”
“But you didn’t.” Her fingers brush against my jaw, her touch featherlight. “And I don’t regret it if that’s what you’re worried about.”
I study her carefully, searching every subtle shift of her expression to find any trace of hesitation, any sign that she’s just saying what she thinks I want to hear. But there’s nothing except quiet certainty in her eyes.
Then, just as my heart starts to settle, just as I begin to believe that maybe, just maybe, this isn’t a disaster, she drops the real bombshell.
“In fact...” Allegra’s voice lowers, playful and warm. Her fingers skim over my chest, trailing lazy, wandering patterns that leave goosebumps in their wake. She bites her lip in a small, secret smile that is both innocent and wicked at the same time. “I want to do it again.”
A bolt of heat lances through my body, erasing the last traces of my guilt in an instant.
I groan, scrubbing a hand over my face, half in disbelief, half in something much more primal. “Jesus, Allegra,” I mutter, my voice already thickening with need.
She only laughs, shifting closer, her bare leg brushing against mine. “What?” she teases. “Are you too tired?”
That lights something in me—something dangerous and hungry that coils low in my gut. My fingers flex against the sheets, gripping then releasing the soft cotton as heat builds beneath my skin. I turn to her fully, every muscle in my body already tensing with anticipation, already answering for me before my mind can catch up. “Tired?” I echo, my voice a low growl that barely sounds like my own. “Not even close. Not when it comes to you.”