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The car hummed softly as we pulled onto the quiet streets, it was turning dark. A reminder that we had spent quiet long time out after our lunch. I kept my hands steady on the wheel, but my jaw was locked tight, and my mind was far from calm.
She was sitting next to me, her fingers resting in her lap, tracing invisible patterns against the delicate fabric of her dress.
Fuck. That dress.
It was as if it had been designed specifically to torment me.
Hugging her figure in all the right places, teasing just enough skin without being too much.
It was elegant, yet impossibly tempting.
I wanted nothing but to bend her over the hood of my car and fuck her hard until she was screaming enough.
I gripped the steering wheel harder, my knuckles whitening.
The image of her walking beside me, her soft, shy glances, the faint blush on her cheeks when I leaned in to whisper something dirty, was burned into my mind.
And that waitress earlier? Her jealousy had been written all over her face.
The thought of Lenora getting territorial over me had stirred something primal in my chest.
The possessiveness I felt for her was suffocating. I wanted her to know she belonged to me—not just in words but in every way that mattered.
I glanced at her, her delicate profile illuminated by the dim glow of the dashboard lights. She was looking out the window, the city lights reflecting in her eyes. She was so small, so soft, and yet she had a strength that made me want to wrap her in my arms and never let go.
"Lenora," I said, my voice rougher than I intended.
She turned to me, her lips parting slightly. "Yes?"
I didn't answer immediately. My gaze flicked down to her mouth, and I felt the familiar pull of desire tightening in my chest. She had no idea what she did to me—how every little movement, every small sound she made, set me on fire.
"We're not going straight home," I said, my tone firm.
She blinked, surprised. "Where are we going?"
"You'll see."
Her brows furrowed, but she didn't argue.Always so trusting, even when she shouldn't be. It made me want to protect her. It also made me want to push her boundaries.
The streets grew quieter as I drove, taking us further from the noise of the city. When I finally pulled into a secluded spot overlooking the skyline, I turned off the engine and let the silence settle around us.
She looked at me curiously. "Luca, what are we doing here?" "Why are we here?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I turned to her, unable to keep the hunger out of my gaze. "Because if I went straight home with you, I wouldn't be able to control myself," my hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "You've been driving me insane all day mi stellina."
Her breath hitched, her cheeks flushing a deep pink. "I don't know what you mean."
"You do," I said, my voice low and deliberate. "That dress, the way you look at me, the way you blush every time I so much as glance in your direction."
She shifted in her seat, her teeth catching her bottom lip. The sight made me groan softly.
"Lenora," I murmured, leaning closer. My hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her toward me. "Do you have any idea how badly I want you?"
Her eyes widened, and for a moment, she seemed frozen. But then she whispered, "Luca..."
Her eyes desperate
I didn't let her finish. My lips captured hers in a slow, deliberate kiss. It wasn't rushed or frantic—it was a claim. Her hands came up, gripping my shirt as if to steady herself, and I deepened the kiss, coaxing her to let go of every hesitation.
When I pulled back slightly, her breath was shaky, her eyes half-lidded. "You're mine, Lenora," I whispered against her lips. "Every single part of you."
And I love you.
Those three words on the tip of my tongue.
Her cheeks burned red, but she didn't look away. "You make it impossible to think straight," she admitted softly.
"Good," I growled, my hand sliding down her arm. "Because when you're around me, I don't want you thinking about anything else."
I reached for her, pulling her across the console and onto my lap. She let out a small gasp, her hands instinctively clutching my shoulders.
"Luca, what are you—"
"Shh," I murmured, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Let me have you like this, just for a moment."
Her breathing was unsteady as she relaxed against me. I slid my hands along her thighs, the soft fabric of her dress riding up under my touch. She shivered, her hands trembling slightly as she held onto me.
God she was so soft.
"You feel that?" I asked, my voice dark and low as I traced her fingers on my jeans covered crotch letting her feel how hard I was.
The memory of how I ate her in my desk still burning through my eyes.
Hungry for her tight pussy and her juices "That's what you do to me, Lenora. Every damn second I'm around you."
Her cheeks flushed deeper, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she buried her face in the crook of my neck, her warm breath sending shivers down my spine.
I tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Say you're mine," I demanded softly.
"I..." She whimperd, her lips trembling.
"Say it," I pressed, my thumb brushing against her bottom lip as my fingers started playing with the band of her panties.
"I'm yours," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
The words sent a jolt of satisfaction through me. I crushed my lips against hers again, this time with more urgency, more need. She melted into me, her soft whimpers spurring me on as I slipped my hands inside her panties to be met with her drenched pussy.
Fuck I was losing it.
The way she sucked on my tongue slowly, safe to say we'd being practicing that a lot for her to mimic what I do to her while kissing. Her hands wrapped around my neck tightly as I kept rubbing her soaking cunt.
She was desperate. Her little moans getting louder as she tightened her hold around me clenching. My fingers were soaked by now as I slowly inserted my middle finger into her hole. So tight and hot yet sucking me in well.
I pulled my finger out just as she was about to start grinding, an annoyed groan leaving her lips as she slowly pulled away from our kiss breathing heavily, eyes hungry. I couldn't help but smirk.
"P..please.." she gasped hiding her face in my chest as I teased her with my fingers. The sound of her wet juices against my fingers making my cock harder by each passing second.
"Please what stellina," I pushed my finger in her again only to pull back before she could enjoy it.
"P..please..I.." She moaned loud biting my shoulder, her cheeks red.
"You have to say it for me to understand," I tsk enjoying the way how desperate she was. "Tell me,"I commanded.
"D..don't tease me.." she said blushing as she tried to grind herself against my fingers.
My sweet girl.
"Hmm you want me fingering that wet pussy don't you?" I kissed her neck. "Your little pussy hungry to be filled and milk my fingers."
She squirmed in my lap, cheeks burning up.
"Just say the word Lenora."
"Y..yes."She moaned out.
Fuck.
"D..don't stop Luca," she hid her face in my neck holding ono me tight and that was all it took before I inserted two fingers in her, the first one gentle but the second one hard as she bit my shoulder hard grinding herselfdesperately.
"Shh your doing good baby," I kissed her head going fast. It was within the next minutes that she started gasping faster and came all over my fingers. I brought my fingers up, wet with her juice as she blushed hard before bringing them to my mouth savoring every drop making sure none was left.
She tasted fucking divine and I wanted nothing but to bury my face in her and devour that cunt.
She looked away trying to hide her face.
"Don't," I interrupted, gripping her chin and gently turning her face back to me. "Don't pretend you don't know how irresistible you are."
Her breath hitched, her wide eyes locking with mine.
"Luca..." she whispered, the way she said my name soft and breathless.
"Say my name again," I commanded, my voice firm but low.
"Luca," she repeated, her voice trembling.
I smirked. "Good girl."
The effect of those two words was immediate. Her pupils dilated, and her breathing quickened. Her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came out.
Interesting.
I leaned closer, my lips brushing against her ear. "You like that, don't you? Being called a good girl."
Her entire body tensed, and then she shook her head, her blush spreading all the way to her chest. "I—I don't..."
"Don't lie to me," I murmured, my lips ghosting over her cheek. "I can see it all over your face."
She whimpered softly, and the sound nearly unraveled me. My hand slid to her thigh, my thumb brushing over the bare skin just beneath the hem of her dress. She sucked in a sharp breath, her hands clutching the seat.
"You like it when I tell you how perfect you are, don't you?" I continued, my voice low and deliberate. "When I tell you how much I want you?"
Her lashes fluttered, and she looked down, unable to meet my gaze. But the way her body responded—the way she leaned into me, the way her lips trembled—told me everything I needed to know.
"I knew it," I said, a wicked grin spreading across my face. "You have a little praise kink, don't you, Lenora?"
She gasped, her head snapping up to look at me, her eyes wide with shock. "I don't... I mean..."
"You do," I said confidently, leaning in until our lips were a hair's breadth apart. "And it's adorable."
Her blush deepened, and she covered her face with her hands. "This is so embarrassing," she mumbled.
I gently pulled her hands away, pinning them to her sides. "Don't hide from me. I like seeing you blush."
She bit her bottom lip, her eyes flicking to my mouth. That little action was my undoing.
I kissed her, this time slow and deliberate, pouring every ounce of restraint I had into keeping it controlled.
"You're so beautiful," I murmured against her lips. "So perfect. Do you have any idea how much I want you right now?"
She shivered, her hands sliding into my hair. "Luca..."
"That's it," I growled. "Say my name, baby. Let me hear it."
"Luca," she repeated, her voice breathy and trembling.
"Good girl," I praised, my hands sliding up her thighs, my thumbs brushing against the sensitive pussy. "You're mine, Lenora. Do you understand that?"
She nodded, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses. "Yes," she whispered.
"Say it," I demanded, my voice firm but filled with dark hunger.
"I'm yours," she said softly, her voice filled with a mixture of vulnerability and desire.
I smirked, my hands tightening on her hips. "That's right. You're mine. And I'm never letting you go."
The possessiveness in my voice made her blush deepen, and she buried her face in the crook of my neck, her body trembling slightly.
As I held her close, her scent and warmth enveloping me, I realized something profound. Lenora wasn't just mine. I was hers too. Completely, utterly hers. And nothing in this world would change that.