Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 303

Luca’s POV

It hadn’t ever occurred to me that we were ever going to get to a particular situation where he’d ask me to finger myself– for him. I don’t know why but I’ve just never thought of that, which was why I hadn’t been able to hide my shock when Luca’s order had sank into my head.

“You want me to do- that?” I finally asked as soon as I had been able to make use of my voice. Luca was regarding me which a look which I couldn’t decipher as he slowly nodded his head at me.

“Yeah, bunny. That’s what I want. You remember when I said you were going to have to earn your reward tonight?” He asked and I nodded my head, body starting to tingle a little.

“This is the beginning of it. If you do all what you’re supposed to do like a good girl, then of course, you’ll get your reward.” He continued and I shivered when he grasped my thighs and shoved them apart some more.

“Okay.” I had responded, and how we left there, to where we currently are, is still completely beyond me. It had been quiet awkward for me to finger myself, because I had never done that before, and it felt more embarrassing now thzt I was going to be doing it for the first time before him. The fact that my embarrassment was even turning me on was something I’d rather not think about right now.

I had been gushing wet, so it hadn’t been hard for my index finger to slide into me, and i had clenched down on my finger instantly. It had felt super wet inside, and impossibly tight that I silently marveled over how my inner walks had once stretched out to take in four of Luca’s fingers.

I was throwing my head back and moaning, because it felt so damn good. Everything felt so hot, his hard body against my legs and his breath against the back of my hand felt hot, my blood felt hot, the whole room felt so hot, and I liked how it all feels so much. My finger was so small compared to Luca’s, which resulted in my finger not being able to reach in deep like I’d have wanted, and despite the fact that I wasn’t getting the angle well, the sensation of my two fingers sliding against my walls, made more wetness gush out of me every next moment.

I was staring down at him once again, because I wanted to be so good for him.

What I hadn’t expected him to do next, was to lean forward and flick his tongue over my clit, and that was enough to set me off fast. I collapsed into the bed and trembled when he kept on flicking his long tongue over my clit, making nerve racking pleasure to wash over me in waves. At this point, my fingers wasn’t moving inside me anymore, I couldn’t find the strength to do that, couldn’t find the strength to push unto my elbows and stare down at him like he had ordered me to, couldn’t seem to focus on anything other than the feeling of his tongue working super fast over my clit. A scream tore out of my throat when he lightly scraped his teeth over my clit for a fleeting moment, as I arched and quivered on the bed.

He slide his tongue lower, in between the two fingers I still had inside me, and I felt myself gush out more as lewd noises fell past my lips, while I trembled and fell apart beneath his touch.

He finally began to pull away, when i could already feel my pleasure start to build and I desperately chanted a string of ‘no’s’, which only made me breath out a low laugh as he pulled away from me.

“You taste so good, bunny. As always.” He finally rumbled out, deep voice sounded gravely as they washed over me, making me shudder beneath him. I could feel his firm grips against my hips and thighs, and the thought of him holding me against the bed that way was so hot, I couldn’t help but shudder once again.

I let out a small huff, because I didn’t get to orgasm back then, and his mouth on me back then had felt so damn nice, as usual.

“You broke a rule of mine, bunny– no, two rules.”