Brushing my fingers along his pecks, I trail my nail all the way down, tracing his hard abs.
He leans over, his chest nearly smothering me. “What are you doing?”
I hear the drawer slam shut, and he lays back down, grabbing hold of my bare ass cheek. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he hands me a little black notepad and pen.
“What’s this for?” Is this where he keeps track of the girls he beds?
“Write down everything you want to explore. All those things you read about in books that get you all hot and flustered. All of your desires you’ve never had an opportunity to try.”
“W-why?” He would really do this for me? “You don’t think it’s weird?”
He grunts, thrusting the pen between my fingers. “The opposite. It will be my new bucket list, baby. I want to tick off every single thing you write in there.”
I open up the pad to the next blank page and tap the tip of the pen against my chin.
“Hmm, so many to choose from.” I start scribbling them down, adjusting my position so he can’t spy on me.
“Hey, I wanna read!” He fake pouts at me.
“Patience.” I hold the pen up and wink at him.
Anal, hand necklaces, can I squirt?, spitting, edging, sixty-nine, Back door play on him?
I pause and lift my gaze to him. He’s watching me like a hawk.
“Want to see?” I hold the notepad against my chest, suddenly nervous to show him.
He so far has treated me like a delicate princess, one who’s broken and scarred. Is he going to think I’m crazy for wanting all of this?
“Fuck, yes.” He props himself against the headboard and eagerly holds out his palm.
I hold it out to him, and he whips it out of my hands.
His eyes go wide, quickly replaced by pure desire, as he turns to me.
“This is quite the list. Shit, I need to start reading these books.” Amusement laces his tone.
The paper tears as he rips the page out, tossing the pad on the floor. He pulls me into his chest holding the scrap with the sexy list in front of us.
“Can we start on it later? If you’re ready? The rules are still the same; you’re in control. We do this at your pace. But fuck, just reading this list has me ready to go again.”
I slide my hand under the covers–he’s not lying. I wrap my hand around his thick shaft. “What about trying a simple one before you have to go to work?”
“Which one do you have in mind, tesoro?” His hips move as he thrusts slowly into my hand.
I can feel a little drip from him and it makes me lick my lips. What would he taste like? “Sixty-nine?”
“Oh, baby, it’s like you’re speaking my language here. Climb on up. Your man needs his fill before work.”
He throws back the covers, leaving his muscular frame on display as he slides down to lie flat. I admire all the ink for a second before staring back at his dick with that silver bar through the head.
I climb over him, my legs on either side of his head, propping myself up on my forearms.
I take him in my mouth until I can feel the metal hit the back of my throat. I jolt forward as his tongue connects with my clit.
“Baby, I need your thighs around my head. I want your pussy to fucking smother me. So bring that gorgeous ass back and sit.”
A moan escapes my mouth, still with a mouthful of his cock. I start to bob my head, resting my weight on one arm so my hands can slowly start to caress his balls.
My eyes flutter closed as he licks all the way up and down, his tongue then teasing my entrance. My toes curl as his tongue slips in.
“Deeper baby. All the way, fill your pretty little mouth with my cock.” His gravelly voice sends shockwaves through my core, spurring me on.
As I find my rhythm, my confidence now building, I start to make little circles with my hips. He licks and sucks like a man starved. His grip tightens around my thighs. I suck all the way up and let it pop out of my mouth before licking the salty drop of precum from the tip.
“Hmm, that’s it, baby,” he groans, his breath fluttering against my throbbing pussy.
Pushing myself up on my arms, I spread my legs wider and lean back. “Is that okay?”
He pulls away after another long lick. “Okay? More than okay. This is fucking heaven, Rosa.”
Heat spreads across my cheeks, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he continues to feast on me.
“Oh, fuck, Luca, I’m so close.”
“Mouth. On my cock. Please.” His voice is muffled.
I bend back down and part my lips, taking him in my mouth, swirling my tongue as I bob up and down, upping the pace and taking him as far as I can go, just before I gag. Squeezing my eyes shut as my climax bubbles to the surface, my body on fire. My hips buck against his face, and I suck him with everything I have.
His fingers press hard into my hips. Mine dig into his thick thighs. I’m moaning with his cock stuffing my mouth as my body explodes. My legs shaking and his grip the only thing holding me in place as he licks my orgasm from me.
I wrap my fingers around his cock and pump him at the same time as sucking. It doesn’t take long for him to follow behind me, hot liquid pouring down my throat.
With a gulp, I swallow the salty taste down. He releases my thighs, his tongue still making small gentle circles on my clit as I come down from my high.
He peppers kisses along my thighs and taps my ass, enough to send waves of pleasure straight to my core.
After showering together, we get dressed and eat breakfast. Like a regular couple before their normal 9-5 office jobs. He grabs his gun from the counter and frowns at his phone.
“Kiss, please.”
He taps his lips, and I lean up off the barstool and kiss him.
“I’ll see you later, gorgeous.”
Luca whispering my name wakes me from my peaceful slumber.
“Rosa, baby. I need you to wake up.”
I blink a few times, and his beautiful face comes into view.
“Huh? Why?” I rub my eyes to clear them. His face is red, his nostrils flaring.
“I have guests–ones that can’t know you’re here.”
He throws the drawer open, and I scoot up, pushing my bare back against the cool headrest.
“Guests? Who?” I try to shake the sleepy fog from my head as I watch him.
“The Capris,” he grunts.
My eyes stay glued to his chiseled abs as he throws on a black t-shirt, and I let out a sigh as he pulls his gray sweats over his dick.
Squeezing my thighs together, I try to stop the ache in my pussy.
“What do they want?” I pull the blanket up over my belly.
“To talk.” He plants a kiss to my lips, rubbing his thumb along my cheekbone. I melt into his touch.
“I’ll get rid of them. Just, please, don’t make a sound.”
I nod my head, “I promise, Luca.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. These men are dangerous.
“Good girl. You’re safe here. I will always protect what’s mine, tesoro.” A darkness flashes across his eyes as he grabs his gun from his bedside table and leaves.
He called me his?
