23. Samara
Chapter twenty-three
Samara
M y fingers work frantically, transitioning from pumping in and out of my core to circling my swollen clit.
My mind wanders to him. I do my best to picture literally anyone else.
I think back to the men I’ve dated in the past, and when that doesn’t work, I try to picture celebrities, but that doesn’t cut it either.
Time and time again, the man I see pleasuring me is Luca.
I imagine him eating me out from behind, smacking my ass just the way I like. When I’m nearing the edge, he buries his tongue deep inside me before flipping me over and pulling me to the edge of the bed.
Without a word, he grips the base of his dick, rubbing his engorged tip between my pussy lips, pressing it against my clit before sliding into me.
He tosses my ankles over his shoulders, gaining better access as he thrusts so deeply I feel it everywhere .