LUCA {Full Book}

47

"Buongiorno." I felt her stirring, finally waking up, lifting her face off my chest and twisting it up to me with a groggy smile.

"E kaaro, good morning." She slid her hand up to my face, rubbing her fingers down my cheek. "I'm going to need some aspirin."

"I bet. I had fun last night." Fuck, fun didn't even come close to describing it.

"Speaking of which," she sighed, eyes on mine. "I probably should have mentioned I'm not on the pill."

Oh fuck. I felt my body go rigid. There was enough cum in her to keep her pregnant for a fucking decade.

But.... I pictured her sexy ass strutting up 5th ave, pregnant with Luca Romano's kid, talk about fucking pride. I just wanted the other fuckers to smell me on her, but getting her knocked up, that'd show everybody who she fucking belonged to.

Then I saw that scene I'd imagined before, her carrying a little guy into my office. I'd never pictured myself a papà, but with her....

"I'm fucking with you!" She laughed. "Jeez, you should see your face right now! God, could you imagine. Never!"

Jesus what was I fucking thinking. I was still pussy drunk. I shook my head no as she laughed again, rolling herself off of me.

"Can I use your shower? I brought my clothes for work this morning so I wouldn't have to go all the way back to my place." She was standing in front of the bed, hand on her hip, titties in my face, figa looking thirsty for more of my fill.

"I don't think a shower is what you need."

"No, I need like ten of them!" She teased, crossing the room to her bag then stepping into the bathroom and my feet were on auto pilot, following right behind her.

"Be gentle Luca," she laughed and I stopped, resting back against the wall, watching as she stepped past the glass door.

She stood under the water, washing up and down those fucking curves and I was more than happy to just sit and feast my eyes. I was a connoisseur, I enjoyed the delicacy of a good cut of meat.

She looked over, dark eyes in the midst of the steam and I clasped my dick, stroking him as she watched.

Then she started putting on a show, squeezing her tits, rubbing her ass, or fuck I don't know, maybe this was how she showered, those curves just demanded some extra fucking attention.

She pushed the door open but I kept beating, pulling faster until I had a hand full of jizz.

"You didn't want my help?" She smiled as I joined her.

"I wanted to watch, appreciate the art that you are."

She smiled up to me, raising her hands to her chest and I saw the blue marks on her wrists.

"The cuffs were too tight." I grabbed her hands, pulling her wrists to my lips and kissing the bruises.

"My nips are sore too," she smiled and I leaned down, swallowing them with a kiss as well.

"We skip the cuffs and clamps next time." I felt my cock twitching as I pictured the nipple clamps pinching her tits and those fucking giddy yelps she was spewing.

"That kind of pleasure is worth a little pain." She pressed up into me, revving my engine back up but just as quickly pushing past me and throwing the shower door open.

I threw a towel over my waist, watching the mirror as I fixed my hair with some weird fucking smile that wouldn't chill. I was happy.

I looked down at the counter, seeing not only her toothbrush but a bunch of her shit lying around. This worked for me. Then I saw my ridiculous face in the mirror again and I tried to suppress that fucking smile, but just like my dick- I had no fucking control over it.