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No.

I’d have to be inside her. I’d love nothing more than to watch as she comes undone around me, riding my dick. Her thick brown thighs squeezing my sides as she lowers herself onto me.

My hand pumps faster, seeking the friction I wishshewere giving me.

My breath comes out in pants, tension coiling throughout me as I picture her smart mouth open wide. Her gorgeous head thrown back as I fuck myself into her, watching as she takes every ounce of her pleasure from me.

Chapter twenty-three

Samara

My fingers work frantically, transitioning from pumping in and out of my core to circling my swollen clit.

My mind wanders tohim.I do my best to picture literallyanyoneelse.

I think back to the men I’ve dated in the past, and when that doesn’t work, I try to picture celebrities, but that doesn’t cut it either.

Time and time again, the man I see pleasuring me isLuca.

I imagine him eating me out from behind, smacking my ass just the way I like. When I’m nearing the edge, he buries his tongue deep inside me before flipping me over and pulling me to the edge of the bed.

Without a word, he grips the base of his dick, rubbing his engorged tip between my pussy lips, pressing it against my clit before sliding into me.

He tosses my ankles over his shoulders, gaining better access as he thrusts so deeply I feel iteverywhere.

Chapter twenty-four

Luca

Fire spreads through me as I picture her finally meeting her release. She comes around my cock, spasming and gripping me like a vice.

I can practically feel the ache between her legs and the pinch in my sides as she squeezes her thighs around my hips. My mind paints a pretty picture and an even prettier symphony of the sounds she’d make as she cries out for me to fill her sweet cunt.

My ass clenches, and hot cum spurts out onto my stomach as I ride the wave of my release, wishing it were Samara I was coming inside of and not the palm of my calloused hand.

I haven’t even had her, and I might already be obsessed.

Chapter twenty-five

Samara

“Oh god,” I moan, my core clenching and spasming as I fight to keep up the pace, slipping my other hand in to work my clit.

Except, it isn’tmyhand I’m imagining right now.

It’s still Luca as he brings me over the edge.

My pussy walls clamp around my fingers, and my lace panties rub against my knuckles as I come apart thinking about Luca De Laurentiis and his goddamn monster dick fucking me into the next century.

This is so messed up.

Chapter twenty-six

Samara

Saturday, July 18, 2026

Asmall smile spreads across my lips as my foot halts on the pedal, taking in the green onesie with rainbow dinosaurs. “Just a couple more stitches and I’ll be all done,” I say to myself with a little nod.

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