Page 25 of The Christmas Con
Grabbing my handbag, I follow Luca out of the office to the front of our HQ building. “Did you call your parents? They know we’re taking off for vacation?”
I nod. “I gave Dad the printout of our itinerary when I dropped Belfry off. He cried at the window. It was depressing.”
“You know the dog has the time of his life at your parents. He gets moody when he has to watch you go. I know the feeling.”
“You rarely watch me go,” I argue. We slide into the Tahoe and Luca rolls up the privacy screen.
“Fair point. But I do watch you come.” Luca takes my mouth with a savage hunger, like he’s kissing me for the first time instead of the millionth. I lose my breath, and he breaks our lips. “In fact, it’s my favorite thing to watch. We have seven minutes. Let’s start vacation now.”
He reaches between my legs and slides my panties aside. Luca wants me to come, but what he doesn’t realize is my favorite thing to watch is him coming inside of me. Unbuttoning his slacks, I order him to slide them down. There’s a seductive intimacy between us now. I can play his body just as well as he plays mine.
“Six minutes,” I whisper in his ear as I skim the head around my wet pussy. “Think you have it in you old man? You’ve been out of the game for a while.”
“I’m going to wash your mouth out with my cock, young lady.”
My lips find their way instinctively to his as I push my weight down and take him inside me. I close my eyes and lean my forehead on his shoulder. Grinding is easy when he works against me in a flawless pace. His pleasure is a guttural cry against my temple. I’ve read this story many times before, and it’s my favorite. Me in control and him writhing under me as he comes apart. His hands rest on my hips, but he’s not using them. He’s relinquished control, and knows I want it. It drives me wild, and as the blood beats through my veins at a rushed pace, I slam myself down onto him and come. He does too. Lips crash and his hands finally move up to tangle in my hair.
“One minute left,” he says, biting my lower lip. “New record, cowgirl. Do you have anything to say to the commentators about your record-breaking feat in riding a dick?”
Kneeling up, I let him slip out of me with a pop. “Riding your dick,” I correct. “No comment, Luca. Do you have any commentary to add? Any impressive tricks you witnessed you’d like to mention?”
“Hmmmm. Nothing I haven’t seen or done before,” he says, eyes narrowed in mirth.
I clear my throat, “I beg to differ, sir. This was a fuck for the record books for more than one reason.” The driver pulls into our gated community and makes a turn to head down our driveway.
He zips up as I clean up as best I can. “Luca,” I say his name to get his attention.
“Yeah? Tell me how record-breaking it is.” A serene smile floats across his face.
I grab his hand. “You just had sex with a pregnant woman.”
“What?” His excitement is palpable. We’ve been trying for a long time. “Don’t play with me. Are you serious?”
“I’m totally serious, and guess when the baby is due?”
He pulls me out of the car and spins us around the driveway in a smarmy, eager waltz. I can see him doing the math. “Is that con going to steal our day?”
“The baby is due on Christmas.”
Luca wraps his arms around my waist and kisses the top of my head. “Oh, yes. You’ve done quite nicely, Elizabeth.”
“So have you, for a Nigerian prince I met on the dark web.”