Page 54 of Shiver

The flat of his tongue trails up the seam of my ass. He makes the most intoxicating sounds as he sucks and slurps on my skin andfinallypushes a finger inside my dripping center, curling it to hit my clit from the inside.

My body is on fire, heat blazing through me as I shiver under his touch. My hips buck to meet his movements, urging him on, but he pulls away, keeping his finger inside me as he meets my gaze with a sly grin.

“Who’d have thought…” He shakes his head in disbelief, his grin morphing into a smirk that makes his right dimple burst free. “The same woman who hated me not long ago”—he leans forward, kissing just above my clit—“is now on my couch, writhing against my tongue andbeggingme not to stop.”

Before I can respond, he licks a path up the seam of my folds and says, “And somehow, she’s the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.”

Jesus Christ, who even is this man? And where did he get this mouth from?

He sinks back down to the floor, slipping a second finger inside me, stretching me out as he takes my clit between his teeth, tugging gently.

“Oh, yes,” I moan out. My hands grab his shoulders, trying to steady myself as he twirls that magnificent tongue around my sensitive skin, nipping and sucking as he brings me over the edge.

“Fuck, yes!” I scream.

“Say my name,principessa,” he mumbles between tastes.

And for once, I actually do as I’m told. “Luca!” I shout, and immediately, I’m rewarded by the second wave of my orgasm that hits me as he drags my clit between his teeth. My skin is on fire as pleasure zips up my spine, dancing with the electrified feeling rushing through my blood.

“What a fucking good girl you are, princess.” Just the sound of that name tightens my core even further, leaving me a trembling mess in his arms as he cleans me up with his tongue rubbing against my overly sensitive skin.

When he’s done, and I’m sated, he stands up to his full height, and the rock-hard dick staring back at me through his thin gym shorts has me doing a double take.

“Jesus motherfucking Christ!” I yell at him. “Where do you hide that thing?”

He laughs, the sound reverberating throughout the room. “I swear, it’s not usually this big.” He winks at me. “Your perfect cunt just makes itbigger.”

Luca saunters off to the kitchen. “Where are you going?” I ask in disbelief. Did he really just walk away from me before I could take care of him?

“I’ll be right back,” he tells me. I watch as he makes his way to the sink before wetting a few paper towels and returning a moment later. He falls to his knees before me for the second time tonight, spreading my thighs as he wipes me clean and blots me dry.I’ve never had a man take care of this part of things afterward, especially not until he’d had his fun too.

He leans forward, placing a tender kiss along the inside of my thigh, then looks up at me beneath his thick lashes as he kisses my tummy. Not once, not twice, butthreetimes this man kisses my soft stomach, making it known that he genuinely sees no flaws there.

I’m hit with a new wave of desire.

I want that thick dick in my throat, and when I’m done, I want it buried so deep inside me that I won’t even be able tothinkabout anything besides Luca De Laurentiis for the next week.

“Luca,” I tell him sternly. “Stand up and let me see that pretty dick,” I demand, taking back some of my control.

He rewards me with a huge smile, placing his hands on either side of my hips as he leans in to capture my mouth in a kiss that leaves me dizzy. He pushes up to stand over me. “Yes, ma’am. Whatever you say,princess.”

I lean forward, gripping the waistband of his shorts and edging them down his thighs. His massive dick bobs out, practically looking me in the eye. It’s so big, it’s got a life of its own, but it isn’t the length or even the girth that has my mouth gaping open.

“Is that—” I stammer, looking up into his eyes, the smirk on his face answering my unspoken question.

“A Jacob’s ladder?” he asks, hiking a brow. “It absolutely is, my sweet Samara. Though I’d prefer you call it a Luca’s ladder. I wouldn’t want you speaking another man’s name,” he says, tapping his chin, “well, ever. But especially notnow.”

He takes my gaping jaw in his hand and angles my face toward his thick length, a bead of precum glistening from the top. “Now,princess,show me how badly you want it.”

Saliva pools in my mouth, and warmth spreads throughout my aching core. Placing my hands on his thighs, I look up to meet his eyes, wanting to see the exact moment he loses himself when I touch him.

I drag my hands up his muscular legs, the dusting of hair tickling my fingers as I make my way to wrap my hands around the base. He drags in a breath, twitching in my palms and sucking his full bottom lip between his teeth to muffle his moan.

“You may not have guessed this,” I say, averting my gaze and pumping his girth until more of that salty liquid is trickling out of the top, ready for me to taste. I wrap my lips around the head, and a moan travels throughout my whole body as the taste lights my senses.

“Guessed…” His voice wavers. “What?”

I lift my head, meeting his pretty, hooded eyes. “I like my menvocalwhen I’m sucking them off, so I’m going to need you to let every last sound fill this room if you want me to keep going,” I tsk.

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