Page 88 of Tinsel in Telluride

My playful tone is replaced with a soft mewl.

SMACK!

He cracks his hand over the opposite cheek, evenly distributing his punishment.

“One,” I cry out.

SMACK!

“Two.”

He rubs my ass, soothing the tender flesh with his hand before once again teasing my aching cunt. Only this time, when he reaches the top, he uses two fingers to trace slow, deliberate circles over my clit.

I thrust my hips forward, searching for friction. The moment I find it, he withdraws his hand and delivers two swift slaps to my ass.

“Three, four,” I manage through gritted teeth, frustrated that I was so close to coming and he tore it away from me.

Luca leans over, his panted breaths and stubble tickling my ear. “That orgasm is meant for my cock. I suggest you keep it safe for me.”

Fuck, I cry internally. Both at the way he throws my words in my face and because I’m wound so fucking tight with the need to come, and he basically just challenged me not to.

And my parents didn’t raise a quitter.

Craning my neck, I meet Luca’s gaze and press a soft kiss to his lips. “Do your worst, Donati.”

He sucks my lip between his teeth in response and pulls back slowly until my swollen flesh pops free, revealing a devilish smirk. “With pleasure.”

That’s when he gives it to me—the final smack.

I cry out the corresponding number, but it’s cut short by Luca slamming his cock inside me to the hilt.

“Oh,” I mewl, my release crashing over me like a wave meeting the shore.

“Fuck, Leigh, you’re so damn tight.” His voice cracks as he stills, giving me a moment to adjust to his size. “You should see yourself stretched around me. Like you were meant for me.”

I take a deep breath, and Luca digs his fingers into my flesh like a man desperate to hold on. Shifting his hips, he slowly thrusts—each one longer and faster than the one before it.

“Oh God” slips my lips.

“No. I’m Luca.” He runs his hands from the heated flesh of my ass up the curves of my hips to my tits, squeezing them between his calloused fingers. “But make no mistake, I’m going to make you cry my name like a prayer and worship every inch of this gorgeous body.”

He seals his promise with another thrust.

“Are you okay?”

I nod, unable to form a coherent sentence. The initial thrust was a shock, but now that he’s inside me there’s nothing but the delicious pinch of being filled.

“Good.” He pistons his hips, pulling out to the tip and thrusting to the hilt.

Over and over, he lays claim to my body at a punishing pace, and I moan his name as he promised—like a litany of prayers.

I’ve never been fucked like this.

He’s giving me everything he has. I’m at his mercy. And yet, I’ve never felt more cherished. Like my body is the only thing keeping him tethered to this reality.

It’s mind blowing.

I’m so close.

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