Page 53 of Trouble in Love
“Jesus. Lord. Crab cakes. Take me now.” I hoisted her from my lap and splayed her over the edge of the bath. It was an act of sanity and pride, wanting to rut into her while watching her insane ass cheeks bounce, while knowing if she said my name again with her tits in my face, I’d fill her with my come, and I was not ready for this to be over. Fisting her hair, I pulled her head back till I could reach her lips then kissed her hard and fast, fucking her with my tongue. I slammed back inside her, her pussy swallowing me whole.
“Finger me. Finger my ass, Luca.”
“I’ll do one better.”
Pulling out, I leaned forward and bit her jiggling right cheek, then her left, flattened my tongue, and swept it over her hole.
“Yes!” she cried, again and again, and as I circled and probed, “No one. Holy shit, no one before.”
Pride swelled through me, giving this incredible woman everything she deserved became my sole mission. I got lost in the pleasure and fantasy of that. Of fucking her like this every day for the rest of my life. Of her being mine and taking her home. Of rutting into her pussy while she was wearing my jersey. I wanted to give Polly everything I could, the best sex. The best life. The best of me.
“Luca. Luca, I’m going to come. Fuck me, please.”
Her words snapped me back to the moment. To fucking the most amazing ass with my tongue and the tightest, smoothest pussy desperate for my dick. “Luca, please.”
I pulled my tongue from her hole and slapped her ass. “Does my Princess want to come?”
“Yes.”
“Beg for it, Princess. Tell me you’re mine and beg.”
“Never.”
“Really.” She ground against me as I wedged my cock in her folds without slipping in, “Spoiled little princesses don’t get their rewards … Be a good girl, Polly. Beg.”
Fighting a war with herself she wriggled and writhed beneath, submitting only when I pushed three fingers inside her, withdrawing after one pump. “I’m yours. Please, make me come, Daddy.”
God dammit.I almost blew my load. “Good girl.”
Bringing sweet relief to us both, I pounded inside her, the bath nearly empty as I lost all control. “Come for me, princess. Come with me.”
Reaching between her legs, I rubbed her swollen clit between my fingers. Two firm swirls were all it took before she stiffened, her head falling back, her ass grinding. Her cunt squeezing. “Luca, yes.” Fisting her hair and tugging, I let myself go, following her over the edge and just kept falling. Stream after stream of come filled her pussy, as it pulsed and contracted, milking me dry. “Wow.”
“Wow.” I hummed in agreement, collapsing beside her, my fingers tracing along her spine as I considered the connection between us while being too scared to speak it.
The blissful moment was suddenly shattered by a heavy pounding on her bedroom door. “Polly, you need to get dressed. Elias has arrived.”
Polly was out of the bath, mumbling to herself and drying off before I’d recovered from the most intense orgasm to date. The sex was getting better and better, which was an almost terrifying thought.
Fucking Polly Hart could end me. And that’s before Evie finds out.
I lay in the bath and watched her saunter her way into her room. I had a perfect view of her ass as she dug in the back of her closet, frowned, then pulled out and slipped on a dress my mum would wear to church. Next, she grabbed a purple clip and pinned her half-wet-half-dry hair into a long ponytail. She still looked amazing—like a sexy librarian I wanted to bang in the stacks. But she didn’t look like my princess.
“What’s with the getup? Is Elias a priest? Are you applying to be his altar girl?”
Pausing mid-shoe application, she hopped on one foot and rolled her eyes. “No, smartass. The Greek Orthodox church doesn’t allow girls or women to mess with their shit. He’s just my … um … long lost cousin. Family friend type.” She dropped her foot to the ground and flopped backward onto the bed. “Mum’s been obsessed with me … umm … meeting him for weeks, so she’s shipped him in from Greece. It’s dumb and a pain in my ass, but it’s also a big deal for her, and she’s been sick. For once, I want to make her proud.”
Who was I to stand in the way of a daughter seeking her mother’s approval?
I was.
Me.
“See. I knew deep down you were a good girl.” Removing myself from the bath and dripping over the tiles, the carpet, and then her body, I bracketed her between my hands and pinned her beneath me.
Fuck, she was beautiful. Her long hair, the ends still damp from the bath, fanned out above her like a Judas black halo. The soft lemon ruffles of her dress that perfectly contrasted the tanned, olive skin of her legs had ridden up, exposing pale purple lace that covered her bare pussy where I wanted to burymy face. So yeah, the puritan look may have been for her mom and Elias, but it was impressing the absolute fuck out of me.
“Luca,” she scolded, her thighs squeezing together like it could stop her need for me. Like that wasn’t going to turn me on even more.
