Page 146 of My Pucking Crush

“I’ll let you do this to me all you want. All you need.” I exhale. “Please.”

“I’m in no rush, baby.”

The waves in the distance hit the shore in the rhythm of my heart, but the beating is lower.

“I’m in a rush. Fuck me, Luca. Do it. Take me right now, please.”

“God, I love when you beg.” With shaking hands, he rolls on a condom.

Then the head of his cock lines up with my entrance, breaching my anal ring. The pierced tip sinks deep into my body. Like it’s meant to be there. My heart wants him, and where the heart goes, the body will follow.

Where you go, I go...

“Fuck,” Luca mutters softly until another language falls from his lips.

My hand wraps around my cock, swollen and throbbing.

“No, baby, let me.” Luca’s hand closes around my shaft. He’s so big, he can fuck me from behind like thisandjerk me off, too.

I know this would be easier if I just let him get on top of me. I’m ready to suggest it, but Luca settles into a rhythm that has me seeing stars.

“Fuck, yes. Baby, you’re taking me so good.Christ...” Luca finds every nerve in my ass.

“So fucking good. Don’t stop.” I’m raw with unbridled lust.

“Oh God, baby. Hold on. I can’t. It’s too good. Too tight. So perfect for me.” Luca begins thrusting.

“Luc,” I groan. “Pleasedon’t stop. I’m close.”

“Never.” His cock inside me expands to a near painful width, those bolts lighting up a line of several nerves in my channel like I’m a fucking pinball machine. “We’re coming together. Me and you. This is so perfect.”

My cum spills over Luca’s hands around my dick. “God, that was incredible.”

He slips his cock from my ass, and the fullness is gone. The immediate need to weep overtakes me. But Luca’s lips find mine. We both turn part way so we can be face to face. His heated and slick chest slides against mine.

Our hands are everywhere as I get lost in his kiss.

Luca’s wet cock softens against mine. “Just give me a few minutes and I’ll—” His phone rings in a tone I’d not heard before.

He looks up at me as everything about him rearranges. Luca answers his phone sitting nearby. “Yes, Mr. Byrne. What?”

Luca leans on the railing next to me and pushes a hand through his glossy curls. He chokes out a few, uh huh, uh huhs. Then emits a sob-filled, “Thank you.”

“What happened?” I cup his shoulder.

He faces me. All the lines in his face that made him so broodingly lethal vanish.

“Belova is dead.”

EIGHTY

Luca

Max and I ride the elevator in Giancarlo Byrne’s Warwick hotel where he runs his cyber command center from a penthouse. He lives somewhere else with Rebecca Domenico, Sebastien Daria, Anthony Messina, and Julian Russo. They keep that location a secret to maintain their safety. Especially since they have two children.

Holding hands, Max and I step off the elevator. Giancarlo sits behind a set of glass doors on a white leather sofa with a hand-held device, and waves us into his office.

I get a small briefing and then Gian digs into the meat of what happened to Belova.

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