The darkness in his voice sends a thrill down my spine. This . . . This is the Luca I crave.

As his fingers get tangled in my hair, he claims my mouth, ravaging me with a bruising kiss.

I sigh and let him caress my mouth with his tongue, bite my lips, and suck on my tongue. His hands are all over me, grabbing and kneading my breasts and my thighs.

He’s like a predator, and I’m happy to be his prey. His hunger for me only whets my own appetite for him. I’d die happy in his hands—but I’ll have to be careful not to tell him that, or he’ll worry.

Luca pulls me back by the hair, almost painfully. He drags his lips down my throat, kissing and biting the sensitive skin on my neck.

I let out a moan, which seems to encourage him even more. He bites harder, making me whimper in pain.

This is exactly what I need. Every cell in my body trembles with excitement.

A part of me thought yesterday was just a fluke, but I know now there really is something different about being with Luca.

“Take off your clothes before I rip them off you,” Luca rasps as he leans me down lower and lower until all that's holding me up is his hand on the back of my head and his powerful arm between my shoulder blades.

He's the one in charge now. Obedience is the name of the game. I wiggle free of my shirt and take off my bra, too.

“Good girl.” Luca lays me down completely on the couch and swoops down.

I bite down on my lower lip as his mouth envelops my nipple. I feel his teeth lightly keeping it in place, while his tongue and mouth bathe me with warmth. Tingles shoot down my body and multiply in my core.

Hurriedly, Luca undoes my fly, then he pulls my jeans and panties off me. I’m glad I decided to go with nicer underwear this morning.

Luca slides down my body, dragging his lips down my abdomen. He grabs my thighs, hard, with his strong hands.

I whimper as his fingers dig into my flesh. “Luca . . .” I sigh.

I cry out as a light smack hits my pussy.

“Have you forgotten how you're supposed to address me, doll?” he asks threateningly as his open palm hovers over me.

“No, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir,” I say quickly.

Luca traps my gaze. I wince as he brings down his palm, but it lands gently on my mound. I let out a relieved sigh, which makes him smirk in amusement.

As his fingers play with my wet folds, I throw my head back with a sigh. But my breath hitches in my throat when Luca’s breath falls on my inner thighs.

Without any warning, he sucks my petals into his warm, met mouth and runs his tongue all over them. He licks me up like I’m dripping honey and there's a famine going on. He’s not wasting a single drop.

Time seems to stand still as Luca feasts on my pussy.

I don't often get this treatment. A man doesn't tend to be generous to a one-night stand. He doesn’t care because no matter what, he can’t hope for my return business—I usually make it very clear that he’s never going to see me again.

At the same time, I don't usually like it when a man focuses too much on me. It often feels like he's doing me a favor, when what I want is the opposite. I want him to want me so much that he forgets I’m even a person, that he treats me like an object of pleasure to be used and abused.

With Luca, though, I don't feel like he's eating me out for me. I mean, sure, it feels amazing for me. But I also get the feeling Luca wants to do it to satisfy his own lust, which makes all the difference for me.

The way he devours me and the little happy sounds he makes . . . There's no faking that kind of enthusiasm.

I drop my gaze down to look at Luca when I hear his zipper being pulled. He smirks at me as he sheds his clothes, revealing his six-pack abs, brawny arms, and . . . the monster cock that was hiding in his pants.

I’ve never taken a good look at it, but that's easily the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. It's almost as thick as my forearm, and there are prominent veins along his shaft, making it look threatening and enticing at the same time.

I prop myself up on my elbows as Luca gets up off the couch, but he pushes me back down. He places a heavy hand on my shoulder, stares sternly at me, and says, “Stay.”

Chills run up and down my arms at the firm command. Even though Luca’s just licked me clean, I’m pretty sure I’m already starting to drip onto his couch.

“Yes, Sir.” I lower myself down.

His masculine body is all sinews and muscles. I can see the potential for destruction in that solid body—the concrete strength of his sturdy torso, the power in those muscled limbs.

“Open your mouth, doll,” he says.

I keep my lips parted as he uses his fingers to gather my juices. Wickedness glints in his eyes as he sticks those slick digits into my mouth.

“Lick me clean,” Luca orders.

I suck on his fingers and run my tongue all over them. My wetness tastes like arousal.

“Look at me,” he says as he stares down at me, clearly enjoying my subservience and submission. “Your safe word is ‘red,’ you understand me?”

As I nod, my clit tingles and throbs. I ache for him. “Yes, Sir.”

“Say ‘yellow’ if you need a break,” he says impatiently. “Now, Stick your tongue out, doll.”

Luca pushes his fingers deeper into my mouth and touches the back of my throat. I fight my instinct to close my jaw, forcing myself to concentrate on my breathing instead.

“Ready for the real thing?” Luca asks.

I nod, making his fingers in my throat shift. I can already imagine his cock jammed in there, and I can’t wait for him to finally use me to get off.

This whole time, he’s the one who’s pleasured me—which, don’t get me wrong, has been amazing. But someone like me needs to be used.  

Luca climbs up, placing his knees on the couch. He leans forward so his cock is just inches away from my open mouth. His musk fills my nose. I can almost taste him on my tongue.

A clear drop of pre-cum gathers at the tip of his cock and I have to stop myself from licking it off him. I wonder how he tastes.

I lift my gaze up and ask, “May I please lick your cock, Sir?”

“No. Stay there and stick out your tongue. And I didn’t tell you to speak.”

“Sorry, Sir.” I assume my previous position, my mouth ready and waiting for his cock. My body’s burning up with desire.

He’s making me wait to serve him, asserting his power over me. There’s nothing hotter than that in my books.

Luca leans closer and finally, his cock meets my tongue. He wraps his hand around his shaft—despite the size of his hand, that cock still looks impressively threatening.

Luca moves his fist up and down his length, brushing the tip against my tongue, over and over again. He sighs every time, and the sound sends me wild with desire.

I want to wrap my lips around him, but I know he won’t allow that. I just have to be patient. I get the feeling I’ll be fighting for air soon, so I might as well save my breath.

Luca pulls my shoulder so I’m lying on my side. He grabs my head and lines up his cock with my mouth. He slides in slowly, getting deeper inch by inch. “Your mouth feels so fucking good, doll.”

I keep expecting him to pull out, but Luca just keeps going deeper and deeper inside.

“Aren’t you going to thank me for using you, doll?” he asks.

I try to say “thank you,” but the cock in my mouth muffles my voice, making it sound funny.

Luca chuckles, but he doesn’t stop. He hits the back of my mouth and keeps going, stretching my throat around his thick, hard cock. I can feel him pulsing inside me, and that feeling alone is worth having my air supply cut off.

Luca only stops when his balls hit my chin. He tilts my head up and smirks when he meets my eyes. “You look good with my cock in your mouth, doll.”

I tap on Luca’s thighs when my chest feels tight from the lack of air. He slides deeper and stays there for another tense second before he pulls out.

I gasp, drawing as much air as I can into my lungs.

“Good girl,” Luca says as he strokes my hair. “Now let’s try doing that for a little longer.”

Next time Luca penetrates my throat, he doesn’t take it slow. Already slick with my saliva, his cock slides smoothly into my throat, the fit as tight as a rubber glove.

“I’m going to count to ten. And you’re going to keep me inside until I’m done,” Luca says.

As Luca starts to count, my chest burns hotter and hotter. But I stay still and let his cock stay nestled in my throat.

When he finally pulls out, I gag and cough. My throat burns, but my pussy is soaked with arousal.

Luca repeats the counting a couple more times before he starts face-fucking me, slipping in and out of my throat while I struggle to get a feel for his rhythm and regulate my breathing accordingly.

I cry out when Luca leans down and smacks my ass. It hurts, but I can’t focus on that. If I don’t pay attention to his movements, I don’t get to breathe.

“Your throat tightens up real nice when I spank you,” Luca says with a chuckle.

Smack! His palm lands on my ass again.

I can’t even turn my head to see if my skin’s turned red. But judging from the stinging sensation, it probably has.

Luca’s hand slides down to my pussy. When his fingers find my clit, my concentration divides into two.

It’s not that I don’t want to pay attention to the cock sliding in and out of my open mouth, but the little sparks of pleasure in my core keep distracting me.

Pressure builds within me. I can feel my release getting closer.

Is Luca going to pull out of me when I come? Or am I going to gag on his cock as I come?

When my body starts to shudder, my questions are answered.

Even though Luca’s not holding my head up to his crotch anymore, he’s thrusting into my mouth as I lie my head on the couch. There’s not much room to move, but his cock slips out as I turn my head.

As a powerful orgasm rips through me, Luca doesn’t stick his cock back inside my mouth, but he doesn’t pull away either.

His cock, slick with my saliva, rubs all over my face as I come, his shaft sliding over my nose, my cheek, and my lips.

I squeeze my eyes shut as Luca prolongs my orgasm, pressing his thumb on the hood of my clit.

Even as I lose control of my own body, I feel the couch underneath me shift, but I can’t spare any brain power to check what’s going on.

When I open my eyes again, I’m breathless and panting. My body’s covered in a thin film of sweat. And Luca’s kneeling between my thighs, his cock pressing against my opening.

“Please fuck me, Sir,” I beg. Even though I’ve already come, it only makes me want him more. My pussy muscles clench around air, and my whole being yearns to be filled up.

“That’s what I was planning to do.” Luca pushes inside me in one smooth motion and grunts when he hits bottom.

I whimper. Even though we’re both slick with body fluids, my pussy struggles to accommodate his enormous size.

“I like it when you make those noises, doll. It makes me harder when I see you in pain.” He smirks. “Does that scare you?”

I shake my head.

“Brave girl.” Luca pauses as he stares intently at my face.

He’s seen my naked body and he’s literally inside me, but somehow it makes me feel vulnerable and self-conscious when he looks at me like that.

“But maybe you should be scared,” Luca says, making my heart pound when his hand wraps around my neck. He watches every little micro-expression on my face as he squeezes harder. “Are you scared now?”

I shake my head again.

Luca chuckles. “I can tell. Your pussy’s gripping me like a vice.” He takes his hand off my throat, but only to slap me across the face.

I whimper, but I say nothing, letting him continue to fuck me. I can feel my own muscles tensing and grabbing on to his cock inside me.

I let my body splay open, accepting all of his assault, even though a part of me wants to curl into a ball and protect myself.

“Fuck,” Luca curses as he continues fucking me. He slaps my face a couple more times before his hand settles around my neck again.

It’s not that he doesn’t see the hints of pain in my furrowed brows and my gasps. But we both know the pain only heightens my pleasure.

Right now, I don’t process the pain he inflicts emotionally. I just feel it physically and let it complement the pleasure of his cock hitting my G-spot, over and over again.

I savor the weight of his body on me. The feeling of his skin brushing against mine.

His body grows hot and sweaty, and he’s grunting with every thrust. Even his cock feels harder as he slams into me, our bodies slapping loudly and obscenely.

All I can do is lie there and take it.

This is exactly what I want. This is what I asked from him. Now he’s giving it to me. And it feels good.

My body rocks up and down with Luca’s thrusts. His hand around my neck keeps me from sliding away. He’s impaling me on his cock. I couldn’t get away even if I wanted to, not when he’s going into a frenzy and fucking me with abandon.

When Luca smashes into me one last time, it pushes me over the edge, and I tumble down into the abyss. Everything goes black as I lose control. Luca fills my being. His throbbing, pulsing cock spurts his seed deep inside me.

Sweat sticks his body to mine when he collapses on top of me, completely exhausted.

He puts his hand on my hair, but he doesn’t pull this time. Instead, he strokes my hair gently, as if I’m some breakable, fragile china.

I smile as I nuzzle into his palm. Orgasmic glow spreads throughout my body. Everything’s soft and warm.

“Are you okay?” Luca asks.

I giggle, still high from my climax. “Yes. Oh my God, yes.”

“I didn’t hurt you?” Luca holds himself up with his elbows. His eyes are full of concern . . . and maybe even a little bit of guilt.

“I’m fine. I’m way better than fine. Don’t worry, Luca,” I say as I put my hands on his broad shoulders. “God, you’re so scadorable.”

“What’s that?” Luca frowns. He looks so serious I can’t help but laugh again.