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"You know me," he says. "I know you, too."

Luca runs his hand over my chest and then around to the nape of my neck, bringing my mouth to his. I breathe him in as his lips engulf mine, parting my lips when his tongue begs for entrance. As his tongue twists with my own, both hands run down my back until he grips my hips, holding my body against his as he grinds the hard ridge of his dick into my pussy.

He pushes my skirt up around my waist and then slips his hand inside my thong, running his fingers through my smooth wetness before pushing them deep inside me, the palm of his hand rubbing against my clit as he moves them in and out. I gasp, digging my nails into his shoulders as my body shudders.

"Teagan," he rasps, pulling his wet fingers out of me. "I need to be inside you, baby. Take this off; I want to see all of you."

He takes off his shorts as I climb off the bed and remove the rest of my clothes, sliding my skirt and thong down to my ankles and kicking them off. When I look up, he's watching me with hungry eyes, pumping the massive length of his cock in his hand, a bead of cum leaking from the tip.

And I want it. I want to taste it on my tongue. I climb onto the bed and kneel between his legs.

"Beautiful," he says. "You're fucking perfect."

I take over, stroking the length of him before lowering my head, licking the cum from the tip before closing my lips around the head, sucking while taking as much of his perfect cock as I can into my mouth, watching his head fall back when I do.

"Oh, fuck," he moans. His thigh muscles flex, and he threads his fingers through my hair while I lick and suck him. Just tasting him and watching him has the inside of my thighs soaked. "Fuck, Teagan."

He thrusts up into me, and I gag a little before adjusting, looking up at him again with watery eyes. "That's my girl," he says, watching me take him deep into my throat before licking him all the way to the tip. He lifts me by my hair and it falls away from my mouth.

"I need your pussy, baby," he says. "Come here."

I climb back into his lap, hovering over him while he positions the head of his cock at my opening, and then slowly sink down onto him, until he's buried to the hilt.

"Oh, fuck…" I cry out, gritting my teeth. A shiver runs up my spine before I roll my hips over him.

"That's it," he says, running his hands over my tits before moving down to my hips, gripping me tightly while he moves flat onto his back, forcing himself deeper inside me, eliciting a gasp. "Ride me, baby. Make yourself come on my dick."

"You're so big," I tell him, breathless.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" he says, thrusting up into me. "Does that feel good, baby? You're dripping all over me."

"Yes…" I moan, rolling my hips over him.

"That's my good girl," he says. He spreads his legs wider and reaches for me, placing his middle finger on my clit. "Your tight little pussy feels so fucking good, Teagan. Keep riding it, baby."

I work my pussy up and down the length of him, slowly at first while I adjust to his size, but that curve at the tip—it hits just right, just like I remember, and it isn't long before I'm riding him hard, bracing myself with two hands on his chest.

"Luca…" I whimper.

"Go ahead, baby," he groans, pushing up into me and rubbing my clit faster. "Come all over me. I can feel your legs shaking; I know you want to."

My mouth falls open and I lean forward, arching my back and rocking my hips over him until I can't take it anymore, and I explode, crying out as I come hard around his dick.

"Oh, fuck! Oh my god!"

"There you go," he says. He pulls me into him and pumps his cock into me, fucking me through my orgasm. "That's my girl."

"Luca!"

When I start to come down, he flips me over, moving on top of me with his dick still buried inside of me.

Shifting his weight onto one arm, he trails a finger down my neck and over my nipple before circling the bruise near my hip from when Sebastian bit me. "You're covered in cuts andbruises," he says, pumping his dick into me. "Will you be mad at me if I add a couple more?"

"No," I tell him. "You can do whatever you want to me. I love you."

He lowers his body onto mine, kissing my mouth before reaching for something on the bedside table. "I love you, too," he says, pointing the tip of the blade at my chest, just to the right of the 'L' shaped scar. "Don't be scared, okay? I love you so much. You should hold on to something."

I grab the side of the headboard with one hand and the blanket with the other, and he digs the knife into my skin. He thrusts into me slowly, just enough to take the edge off, while he makes six separate small cuts in my chest. I grit my teeth, squirming against his cock.