Page 175 of Mine Again
My pussy is swollen and aching, still pulsing from my first orgasm, but already desperate for more.
I grab his hair and pull, helpless against the pressure building again. My thighs tremble, tight around his head. My vision swims.
He’s relentless. I’m unraveling all over again. And I never want him to stop.
Luca senses it, of course. He always does.
“I want to drink more of your cum,farfalla. Give it to me.”
He eats me like a man starved. Like my release is the only thing that can satisfy him.
And my body, my soul, and the part that has only ever been his responds.
“Ahh,” I cry out when he sucks my clit between his lips. Hard. So hard.
A second climax tears through me, sharper than the first. Stars scatter across my vision as I spiral into white heat. My limbs are numb, muscles quaking.
He doesn’t stop but slows, savoring me. Lapping… tasting… worshiping.
“So incredibly beautiful,” he murmurs, voice reverent against my skin.
I’ve never felt so exposed or so cherished.
I’m boneless, breathless, undone.
I try to roll to my side, to shift, but his hands are still on my hips. Strong. Steady. Possessive.
“We’re not done yet.”
Before I can catch my breath, he’s sliding up the length of my body, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his heat covering me like a second skin.
His mouth lowers to my neck, and he scrapes his teeth across the delicate skin, sending a jolt through my already overstimulated nerves.
I gasp as he reaches between us and grabs hold of his cock. It’s hard and slick and pulsing against me.
He thrusts back into me in one smooth, hungry stroke.
I cry out. He meets no resistance. He might have licked up every drop of my climax, but I’m already soaked again.
And if he keeps going, if he’s determined to give me another orgasm, I might not survive it.
But what a way to go.
His mouth finds mine, and this kiss is different. Messy, deep,intimate.
I can taste myself on his lips. And somehow that makes it hotter. Dirtier. More sacred. He devoured me, and now he’s feeding it back to me. His pleasure. My surrender. Our need.
It’s erotic and consuming and terrifying in the most perfect way.
His cock throbs so hard it’s like a second pulse inside me. I shift myhips, trying to take him deeper, and the angle changes just enough for him to drag across that spot that makes me jolt with sparks.
He does it again, slow and deliberate. I clench around him, helpless to stop it.
Again.
Again.
“So close,” I moan, my entire body shaking. “I’m so close.”
