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Chapter forty-six

Samara

M y core is clenching so tightly I feel like I could combust at any moment. Luca’s hair is tickling the inside of my thighs, practically begging me to squeeze them around his head.

He finally slides his tongue inside me, and all the air leaves my lungs in that moment. I release a strangled moan, twining my fingers in his hair and pulling him farther into me.

The need to cover myself up gnaws at my gut. It’s such an ingrained part of me that I can’t help it, but the way this man looks at me is like he’d rather die than ever have a single inch of my body covered up.

Luca’s calloused hands slide up my legs, wrenching them farther apart and tossing them over his shoulders as he drags my body closer to the edge of the couch for his mouth to dive more deeply into me.

All coherent thought leaves my brain, and I find myself seeping deeper and deeper into the electric feeling zipping through my body at having this gorgeous man between my legs, savoring me, and committing every second to memory.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, needing the release more than he could ever know.

I’ve made myself come to the thought of Luca De Laurentiis’s tongue every night this week, but as it turns out, there’s not a single toy on the planet that could compare.

He dips his tongue inside me once more, pulling out to suck on my clit, but before I can get the friction I need, he hoists my hips up, lapping at my ass. My cheeks clench at the sensation, wanting more but being too embarrassed to ask for it.

The flat of his tongue trails up the seam of my ass. He makes the most intoxicating sounds as he sucks and slurps on my skin and finally pushes a finger inside my dripping center, curling it to hit my clit from the inside.

My body is on fire, heat blazing through me as I shiver under his touch. My hips buck to meet his movements, urging him on, but he pulls away, keeping his finger inside me as he meets my gaze with a sly grin.

“Who’d have thought…” He shakes his head in disbelief, his grin morphing into a smirk that makes his right dimple burst free. “The same woman who hated me not long ago”—he leans forward, kissing just above my clit—“is now on my couch, writhing against my tongue and begging me not to stop.”

Before I can respond, he licks a path up the seam of my folds and says, “And somehow, she’s the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.”

Jesus Christ, who even is this man? And where did he get this mouth from?

He sinks back down to the floor, slipping a second finger inside me, stretching me out as he takes my clit between his teeth, tugging gently.

“Oh, yes,” I moan out. My hands grab his shoulders, trying to steady myself as he twirls that magnificent tongue around my sensitive skin, nipping and sucking as he brings me over the edge.

“Fuck, yes!” I scream.

“Say my name, principessa ,” he mumbles between tastes.

And for once, I actually do as I’m told. “Luca!” I shout, and immediately, I’m rewarded by the second wave of my orgasm that hits me as he drags my clit between his teeth. My skin is on fire as pleasure zips up my spine, dancing with the electrified feeling rushing through my blood.

“What a fucking good girl you are, princess . ” Just the sound of that name tightens my core even further, leaving me a trembling mess in his arms as he cleans me up with his tongue rubbing against my overly sensitive skin.

When he’s done, and I’m sated, he stands up to his full height, and the rock-hard dick staring back at me through his thin gym shorts has me doing a double take.

“Jesus motherfucking Christ!” I yell at him. “Where do you hide that thing?”

He laughs, the sound reverberating throughout the room. “I swear, it’s not usually this big.” He winks at me. “Your perfect cunt just makes it bigger .”

Luca saunters off to the kitchen. “Where are you going?” I ask in disbelief. Did he really just walk away from me before I could take care of him?

“I’ll be right back,” he tells me. I watch as he makes his way to the sink before wetting a few paper towels and returning a moment later. He falls to his knees before me for the second time tonight, spreading my thighs as he wipes me clean and blots me dry. I’ve never had a man take care of this part of things afterward, especially not until he’d had his fun too.

He leans forward, placing a tender kiss along the inside of my thigh, then looks up at me beneath his thick lashes as he kisses my tummy. Not once, not twice, but three times this man kisses my soft stomach, making it known that he genuinely sees no flaws there.

I’m hit with a new wave of desire.

I want that thick dick in my throat, and when I’m done, I want it buried so deep inside me that I won’t even be able to think about anything besides Luca De Laurentiis for the next week.

“Luca,” I tell him sternly. “Stand up and let me see that pretty dick,” I demand, taking back some of my control.

He rewards me with a huge smile, placing his hands on either side of my hips as he leans in to capture my mouth in a kiss that leaves me dizzy. He pushes up to stand over me. “Yes, ma’am. Whatever you say, princess. ”

I lean forward, gripping the waistband of his shorts and edging them down his thighs. His massive dick bobs out, practically looking me in the eye. It’s so big, it’s got a life of its own, but it isn’t the length or even the girth that has my mouth gaping open.

“Is that—” I stammer, looking up into his eyes, the smirk on his face answering my unspoken question.

“A Jacob’s ladder?” he asks, hiking a brow. “It absolutely is, my sweet Samara. Though I’d prefer you call it a Luca’s ladder. I wouldn’t want you speaking another man’s name,” he says, tapping his chin, “well, ever. But especially not now .”

He takes my gaping jaw in his hand and angles my face toward his thick length, a bead of precum glistening from the top. “Now, princess, show me how badly you want it.”

Saliva pools in my mouth, and warmth spreads throughout my aching core. Placing my hands on his thighs, I look up to meet his eyes, wanting to see the exact moment he loses himself when I touch him.

I drag my hands up his muscular legs, the dusting of hair tickling my fingers as I make my way to wrap my hands around the base. He drags in a breath, twitching in my palms and sucking his full bottom lip between his teeth to muffle his moan.

“You may not have guessed this,” I say, averting my gaze and pumping his girth until more of that salty liquid is trickling out of the top, ready for me to taste. I wrap my lips around the head, and a moan travels throughout my whole body as the taste lights my senses.

“Guessed…” His voice wavers. “What?”

I lift my head, meeting his pretty, hooded eyes. “I like my men vocal when I’m sucking them off, so I’m going to need you to let every last sound fill this room if you want me to keep going,” I tsk.

He groans loudly, gripping the base of my skull and tugging at my roots.

My tongue trails down along the underside of his dick, and I toy with the cool metal barbells, letting my saliva coat him. “Just like that. You’re perfect,” he moans out.

I open my mouth wide, ready to take him to the hilt and feel him as he fills my throat.

Loud screams jolt me out of my lust-filled fog, and I realize at the same moment as Luca.

“Fuck,” he grits out, gently pulling me up onto the couch before wrenching his shorts back up his legs and running over to the kitchen sink. “Just one second, Gia!” he shouts to his daughter as if that’ll help calm her at all.

He’s frantically washing his hands, and then his entire face is in the sink before he dries off and sprints into the room for his child.

“It’s okay, Gia, mia bambina , it’s okay. Daddy’s got you, baby girl.”

My face and neck feel impossibly hot as embarrassment rushes through me. I push to stand, my eyes searching the room quickly for my things. I run around the couch, grabbing my bag and hoping to make it out of here before Luca can send me out, but the moment the crying stops, I know I wasn’t fast enough.

He steps out of the room, shirtless again, with Gia lying against his chest, wriggling in his arms. “It’s okay, honey,” he coos to the little girl as he softly strokes her dark peach fuzz hair.

“I’m sorry, Samara,” he tells me, his brows pinching together.

“It’s fine, really. I’ve, um,” I stammer, and my eyes bounce around the room for something to rescue me, landing on a stuffed pink kitten sitting on top of a pile of baby blankets. “I’ve got to feed my cat,” I rush out. I’m not even totally sure why I’m so humiliated other than the fact that I came here with very different feelings toward Luca than the ones I’m leaving with.

He arches a dark brow at me. “You have…” He says the words slowly, dragging out every syllable. “A cat?”

“Yep, sure do,” I confirm with one firm nod.

I definitely don’t have a fucking cat.

He gently shakes his head, his lips curving in a smile as he laughs softly, peering down at the ground. “Alright then, can I at least walk you out?”

“That’s really okay. Thanks though. Have a good night, Luca, and thanks for dinner,” I say, trying to avoid the rest of this awkward conversation as I make my way to the front door.

“Thanks for dessert,” he says with a wink that has my ears burning. “And thank you for everything else too,” he tells me, walking himself and Gia over to me. He presses a kiss to each of my cheeks and unlatches the door, holding it open for me.

I give him a curt nod and hightail it out of there, resisting the urge to look back as I rush over to my car.

What was I thinking? Clearly, I wasn’t . This is Luca , my fake boyfriend , who I absolutely should not be getting involved with, let alone allowing him to eat me up like a five-course meal. He has a child and a whole life that I don’t fit into.

I’ve got to get out of here.