Page 88 of Worship

I tug, but he doesn’t let go.

“Let me go.”

“Sweetheart, I’m about two seconds away from tying you to the bed and making you listen while I eat.”

The look on his face tells me what I already know—that he’s serious.

“Fuck you. This ismydinner,” I argue, waving my hand over the top of it.

“And you can keep it. That’s not what I’ll be eating.”

My eyes shoot back to his as his gaze travels down my body until it reaches my center. My clit throbs like the traitor it is, but in my defense, he did leave me high and dry.

I snap my fingers in front of my lady parts to gain his attention.

“I have no interest in fucking you or being punished by you again, Luca. This body is off-limits toyou,” I snark, reminding him of Michael, even though I broke up with him the moment we left the house.

The slow smirk that draws across his face should be illegal. I swallow hard, beginning to regret my little challenge.

He drops quickly into a squat, pressing his mouth into my pussy.

“Holy…yesss.” I grip the counter, overwhelmed by the sensation.

He sucks my clit through my shorts, and my body jerks. “Oh my, Jesu, fuc—” is all I get out as his hands push my legs apart with force and he devours me. He eats me through my fucking shorts, and my hands tangle in his hair.

Luca is animalistic, ferocious with need. I push myself into him, my hips rocking against his mouth while I watch him. He growls into my clit, and his hands begin pulling at my shorts. I hear a ripping sound accompanying the tug of my body, and suddenly I’m free.

He pulls his face from me and looks up to my smile. The son of a bitch is pleased with his destruction of my boy shorts.

“Don’t ever tell me your body is off-limits. Your pleasure belongs to me and me alone.”

His face comes closer, and he runs his tongue through my slit slowly, making my breath hitch and a moan pull from my throat. My head falls back, and I grip his head harder. “I will give it—” He blows on my sensitive clit, then stops. “—and take it away.”

I bite my lip, the sensation still lingering. He closes his mouth over my clit and rolls his tongue, massaging it, making my body writhe.

The familiar build begins inside of my body, and I begin to rock my hips, but his grip on my waist is keeping me still. He’s holding me right where he wants me, making it hard for me to move, completely at his mercy. He’s licking, sucking, and nipping at my clit, and all I can do is cry out as the pressure for release starts to build.

“Fuck. Luca, don’t you dare stop. I’ll stab you to death,” I threaten, feeling my muscles start to tighten.

He hums into my clit, as two fingers push inside my pussy, and I fly over the edge, screaming and riding his fingers for the sweetest relief, smacking my hands against the countertop over and over. “Yes!” My body shakes. My eyes are screwed shut, and my breathing is erratic. He pulls his fingers from me, and I wince at the loss as he brushes soft kisses against my clit.

“Sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”

I wish I could stay in this moment with him, but it’s false.I should remind him of that.

I exhale and look down at his face.

“Yeah? Better than your wife’s?”

If he thought that eating my pussy was going to make me forget, he’s sorely mistaken. Nobody’s tongue is that magical.

He kisses the inside of my thigh, then bites, making me jump before he rises to his feet.

“I can arrange for you to do a taste test if you’d like to know. You know, since you had a taste of yourself the other night.”

His voice is as smooth as the devil.Such an asshole.

I stand a little straighter and kick off my ripped shorts.