Page 79 of Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires 3)
And I adore you.
Chuckling, he asks, “Would you like to start again?”
I laugh. “Actually, as you well know, I have a vast collection of toys and am probably okay if you stay right here and just…move slow.”
Luca’s smile should be on display at a museum. It’s brilliant.
“Okay, baby. We’ll take it slow.”
He grabs the condom and rolls it down his impressive cock, slicking himself. I groan and spread my legs for him, gasping when he swirls lube around my hole. He hovers over me again, and as he comes in for the kiss, I notice his eyes are shining.
“Luca Stefano, are you crying?” I ask, smiling as I thumb away his tears.
“Ford Bradley, I own all of my emotions. The things you do to my heart… Yeah, sometimes it brings a tear to my eye. You okay with that?”
Well, great. Now I’m glassy-eyed. I swear, we are a mess.
“Yeah. I’m okay with that. Very okay with it.”
He leans forward and kisses me, and I relax into the bed below me. Reaching between us, he holds my gaze as he notches his cock against my hole. His eyes ask the question, and I nod my answer.
This is it.
Carefully, with his hand on his cock, he pushes forward. The stretch is incredible. A little painful, yes, but this is Luca. Pushing inside of me.
I breathe steadily. “Keep going,” I say, knowing he needs to hear it.
He kisses me again, rocking inside me a little more. Another quick inhale, a stretching pleasure-pain, different from any of my toys. “Is this what I’ve been missing the whole time?”
“You haven’t been missing anything. You’re right on time,” he says, carefully, slowly pushing all the way inside me.
“This is fucking unbelievable,” I say on an exhale, every emotion hitting me at once.
As my muscles begin to stand down, I love this familiar feeling of being stuffed and stretched. Only…having someone you’re crazy about doing the honors is a very different thing. My sunset orange butt plug, for instance, doesn’t look at me like I hung the moon.
Luca gives a few test thrusts, kissing me hard. I wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling him closer. Deeper.
“Who were the guys who figured out this feels so good?” I ask, rolling my hips.
“I don’t know, but I sure as fuck appreciate them,” he says, laughing.
“Oooh,” I say, my eyes widening. “I can feel you laughing inside me.”
“And I can feel you laughing around me.”
We stay there for a few moments, getting used to each other.
“Okay. I need you to move,” I say. “I want you to move, please, Luca. Please.”
“Okay, little bird,” he says, pulling back and pushing forward.
All laughs aside, the way he’s hitting all the right spots inside me is no joke. It’d be hard for a regular human man to compete with the sheer power of a vibrating butt plug, but Luca is no regular human.
We begin to pick up the pace, and soon enough, Luca is pounding into me with a steady, insistent rhythm that makes my eyes roll back in my head. Cries and moans spill from my mouth as Luca whispers my name. All the concerns I had before are on a completely different planet. I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else.
Tightening my legs around him, I roll my hips to meet his, digging my nails into his back, begging for more.
“Harder, Luca. Harder.”
