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giggled while wiping her cheeks. I raised a brow. “I began to think I was a lesbian…”
    I choked on my spit. “Come again?”
    “Thought I was falling in love with a...” My lips smashed into hers once more.
    “Want you, Lucia.”
    “This is crazy, but God do I want you too, Devin. Have for a long time.” I couldn't help but let out a booming laugh at the way this declaration had turned out—we truly were a pair.
    We left the club immediately after. She told her friends she was feeling ill. They wanted to leave with her, but after assuring them she just needed to sleep, we were off. We walked out hand in hand toward the private parking area for the club’s famous clientele. The moment her eyes landed on my car, she punched my arm.
    “Ouch.” Violent little thing.
    “I had a feeling I was being watched as we passed by.”
    “I've been watching you all week, baby.” Leaning down, I lightly bit her neck and she let out a tiny moan. “I can't wait until I'm buried balls deep inside that sweet pussy of yours.”
    “You’re mean.” She pouted while I chuckled and opened the door for her.
    “Not when I plan to deliver the moment I have you back in my room.”

    The moment we stepped through the penthouse I had rented for the duration of our stay, I had her pinned against the door with my mouth attached to her flesh.
    “Please,” she begged while my lips trailed over her collarbones and down toward her chest, following the edge of her barely there shirt with the tip of my tongue. Her chest rose and fell rapidly while I bit into the swells of her breast. Each nip was followed by the soothing caress of my tongue as I worshiped her every pore.
    “Take my top off, please. I need to feel you, Devin.” Her impatience scorched my veins. She wanted me. “Just take it the fuck off!”
    “As you wish,” I snarled and ripped the offending halter in two, the sound of splitting fabric only enhancing the erotic moment. My girl arched her back, neck straining as she pushed her breasts toward my face.
    “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I murmured before taking a stiff peak into my mouth. Her breasts were so soft in my hands, such a contrast to the pebbled flesh I was currently biting, licking, and flicking between kisses.
    “Shit!” Lucia hissed, her fingers gripping my hair tight and pulling me closer.
    “Like that, do you?” I couldn't help myself; seeing her so lost in the sensations I was creating—it was a boost to my ego and cock.
    “Yes.” Her hand reached down to unbuckle my belt. Way ahead of you, sweetheart. The moment her hand encountered the hard flesh of my cock, her body shivered and her lips opened in a silent ‘O. ’
    Lucia’s eyes snapped up to mine, watching me while stroking my engorged flesh. “So soft…so huge.”
    “I want you to feel me for days after—every time you walk, you'll feel an ache, a twinge of pain, from how far I've stretched you.”
    “Please.” Her plea came with a harsh tug on my cock; my body trembled in an effort to hold back. There was something I needed to hear come from her lips first.
    “Please what, Lucia?  Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you.”
    “Fuck me. Stretch me. Break me.” Music to my goddamned ears.
    “You shouldn't have said that.”
    Within seconds, I had her boots, pants, and underwear on my floor. Her lacy pink boy shorts hung from my finger, the saturated fabric enticing me to sniff the drenched spot as her intoxicating scent hit my senses. Drawing the lace toward my nose, I took in a deep inhale and groaned.
    Her natural smell was sweet and fruity. My body wanted to cover hers, claim what was mine, and begin to satiate the thirst I’d had for this beauty for quite some time. Instead, I pulled back and enjoyed her natural enchantments. My girl’s body was a work of art: pert breasts, flat stomach, yet she had wide hips that led to a bountiful ass that begged to be fucked.
    There wasn't a piece of her that wasn't perfect.
    My eyes