Page 100 of Beauty and the Daddy

He slides one finger inside me, then another, curling them to hit that spot that makes my vision blur.

That and his mouth, and I'm strung tighter than a string about to snap.

"That's it," he coaxes as he works me higher. "Let go for me, Belle."

The pressure builds, coiling tighter and tighter low in my belly. I'm close, so close, teetering on the edge of a storm to be unleashed.

"Oh God—" I chant, my hips moving against his face, chasing the release I can feel building.

He presses harder, sucks stronger, curls his fingers just right, and I shatter.

It hits fast and then forever—starts right where he wants it and rushes outward, ripping through me like a trainwreck. I break on a gasp that's too loud to be legal, hips trembling under his hold, vision starry, heart unspooled. He rides it with me, his fingers deep inside coaxing the last wave of pleasure, until I collapse back into the mattress, smiling like a girl who got away with something.

"Fuck," he says softly, kissing the inside of my knee like a thank you. "You're gorgeous when you come."

He climbs over me, shedding clothes, and every inch of him steals a little more of my good sense. I can't look away from the thick and hard length of him.

I slide my gaze up and wet my lips.

Broad shoulders, cut lines, the kind of body that makes you believe that Greek Adonis walk amongst us mere mortals. He brackets me with his forearms, like he's promising to brand.

Luca pulls himself between my legs again, the head of his cock playing nudge against my pussy.

He hooks my legs around his waist, his hands sliding under my ass to tilt me up. I can feel him right there. I bring him closer,feel the slow, maddening tease of him at my edge and almost whimper.

He kisses me like he's cashing a check, then pulls back enough to look me dead in the eye.

"Mine," he says, a husky vow.

"Yours," I breathe, already gone.

I roll my hips, trying to take him in.

"Look at me," he orders, and I do. His eyes are storm-dark, intense. "I want to watch you take me."

And then he pushes forward, filling me in one long, perfect stroke. I arch off the bed with a cry, my nails digging into his shoulders.

"Fuck, you're tight," he grits out, holding still, giving me time to adjust to his size.

But I don't want time. I want him to move.

"Please," I beg, rocking against him.

He pulls back slowly, then slams home again.

The headboard bangs against the wall, and I don't even care if the entire house hears. Let them know. Let the whole world know that Luca Moretti is fucking me senseless, and I'm loving every second of it.

He sets a relentless pace, each thrust pushing me further up the bed until I'm bracing myself against the headboard. My legs tighten around him, heels digging into the small of his back, urging him deeper.

"That's it," he growls, shifting the angle to hit that perfect spot inside me. "Take it all."

My nails catch his shoulders; his mouth breaks into a wicked grin that should come with church bells and warning labels. He moves relentlessly, tuned to the exact angle that makes me forget there's a life outside this bedroom.

"Look at me," he grits, cupping my face, forcing my gaze to lock with his as he rolls his hips and drives his cock in deeper. It's devastating—the intimacy, the certainty, the way he refuses to let me drift anywhere but here. "Stay with me."

"I'm—trying—" I gasp, and then he shifts just a little and trying becomes useless. The edge is right there, a cliff with my name on it. He feels it. Of course he does.

"That's it," he murmurs, tender and filthy all at once. "Take it. Let me see you."