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I move my fingers in and out, my other hand circling my clit with increasing urgency. The dual stimulation, combined with Luca’s heated gaze, pushes me rapidly toward the edge.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his hand now stroking his impressive length. “The governor’s innocent daughter is fingering her virgin pussy for a man like me. What would Daddy think if he could see you now?”
The forbidden nature of his words sends me spiraling. “Luca,” I gasp, feeling the pressure building. "I’m going to?—"
“Come for me, baby girl,” he demands. “Let me see you fall apart on your own fingers before I ruin you for any other man.”
My orgasm crashes through me with stunning intensity, my back arching off the bed as I cry out his name. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around my fingers.
Before I can recover, Luca is between my thighs, positioning the thick head of his cock at my entrance. Our eyes lock as he presses forward slightly, just enough for me to feel the stretch.
“I’m going to fuck you until you fall in love with my cock,” he promises, his voice a primal growl that makes me shiver. “Every time you close your eyes, you’ll feel me inside you. You’ll never want another man.”
He pushes forward slowly, the pressure building as my body struggles to accommodate his size. There’s pain, sharp and burning, but also a fullness that makes me feel complete in a way I never knew I needed to be.
“Breathe, baby,” he instructs, his jaw clenched with the effort of restraint. “Relax and let me in.”
I force myself to take deep breaths, willing my body to yield to him. Inch by excruciating inch, he sinks deeper, stretching mebeyond what I thought possible. When he meets resistance—the physical proof of my innocence—his eyes darken.
“This will hurt,” he warns, his voice tight. “But I promise it gets better.”
I nod, bracing myself. “I trust you,” I whisper, and something flashes in his eyes—surprise, perhaps, or something deeper.
With one mighty thrust, he breaks through my barrier, burying himself to the hilt. I cry out, tears springing to my eyes as sharp pain radiates through me. Luca stills, allowing me to adjust to the invasion, his thumb gently wiping away a tear that escapes down my cheek.
“The worst is over,” he murmurs, pressing tender kisses to my face. “You took me so well, baby girl. So fucking perfect.”
We stay like that for long moments, connected in the most intimate way possible, until the pain begins to recede, replaced by a feeling of fullness and a growing need for friction. I shift my hips experimentally, gasping at the sensation.
“Ready?” Luca asks, searching my face.
I nod, unable to form words.
He withdraws slowly before pushing back in, establishing a gentle rhythm that gradually builds in intensity. The pain transforms into pleasure, each thrust sending sparks of sensation through my body.
“So tight,” he groans, his powerful body moving above mine, veins standing out on his forearms as he braces himself. “So fucking perfect and wet. Tell me how it feels, Lily. Tell me how my cock feels stretching this virgin pussy.”
"Full,” I gasp, clinging to his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles flex beneath my fingertips with each thrust. “So full I can’t breathe... so good I might die...”
His pace increases, his hips snapping against mine with growing urgency, the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. One hand slides between us to circle myswollen, sensitive clit, and the dual stimulation makes me cry out as electricity shoots through my core.
"That’s it,” he encourages, his voice strained, sweat dripping from his brow onto my heaving breasts. “Take all of me. Feel every thick inch. You were made for my cock, baby girl. Made to be fucked raw by me until you’re dripping with my cum.”
His filthy words send another rush of wetness between us, my arousal coating my inner thighs as he pounds into me with abandon, the bed frame creaking in protest. I feel another orgasm building deep inside, more powerful than any before, threatening to tear me apart.
“Luca,” I moan, raking my nails down his sweat-slicked back hard enough to leave crimson trails. "I’m going to come... I can’t hold back...”
"Come all over my thick cock,” he commands, his powerful thrusts becoming wild and desperate. “I want to feel every ripple of that virgin pussy squeezing me like a vise when you explode.”
His filthy demand ignites something primal within me. My vision blurs at the edges as my climax detonates, my body convulsing violently beneath his muscular frame. I scream his name until my throat burns raw, each pulse of ecstasy more intense than the last, my slick inner walls clenching and unclenching around his massive girth like a hungry mouth.
With a feral, animalistic growl that makes me shudder, he slams into me one final time, so deep I swear I feel him in my womb. His thick cock throbs powerfully against my sensitive walls as hot ropes of his release flood me, marking my most intimate depths. The sensation of being claimed so completely—filled and stretched and owned—is deliciously obscene, my body instinctively arching to take him even deeper.
As we lie tangled together, sweaty and sated, I realize with startling clarity that Luca Ravello has indeed ruined me for othermen. And the most terrifying part? I don’t care. Not even a little bit.
Chapter 13
Luca
