Chapter 93: You Are Beautiful When I Fuck You

Chapter 93: You Are Beautiful When I Fuck You

Abigail

Luciano roughly turns me around and is immediately pressed up close against me. Soon my bra was off too and thrown on the floor or the bed or maybe off the railing. The coldness of the autumn air causes my nipples to harden as they graze against his ripped stomach.

My eyes are attentively watching the muscular man in front of me as he grabs my jaw and aggressively meets my lips. My hands lift up to his chest where I unbutton his shirt and pull it off his shoulders and not once does he break the kiss.

“Take off your pants.” I uttered between kisses, he smiled against my lips and unbuckled his belt, zips down the zipper and steps out of the pants.

His hands squeezed and caressed my breasts, his fingers circled my erected nipples and he lowered his head to hover right over my lips and his lustful stare was making my stomach flutter.

You are so fucking beautiful.” He whispered.

“And all mine.” He closed the gap between us and I moaned into the passionate kiss.

When he bites my lip, I immediately open to let his tongue into my mouth and my hands are attempting to pull him closer if it is even possible. There are a thousand fireworks exploding inside my body and my pussy clenched in need. Our breaths atr ragged and the kiss becomes sloppy and desperate. He breaks the kiss to grab my throat and I meet his lust filled eyes. The weak moonlight is flooding across his sculpted jawline, his full lips and his disheveled dark hair, making him look like a devil sent from heaven and I suppose that was exactly what he is.

“Do you want to be fucked hard or gentle?” He asked, looking down at me with heavy breaths escaping his month.

“Do you even have to ask?” I said, smiling up cheekily.

He chuckled and attacked my lips once again, while at the same time grabbing my ass for me to jump up and wrapped my legs around his waist. The steel railing is pressing against my back, reminding me that there was a thirteen feet drop behind me. He was quick to pull my attention back by moving his lips to my neck as I felt the tip of his hard dick grazing between my folds. My hands grip onto his biceps while the other one snakes through his hair. He entered me in a quick motion that caused me to moan out and my brows to furrow. The pain of his teeth biting my shoulder mixes with the pleasure of his dick repeatedly ramming into me and I throw my head back over the railing.

His hands are firmly gripping my ass and waist to help me meet his rough and fast thrust while he watches me moan and cry out in front of him. If I would have opened my eyes, the night sky would unravel before my eyes and I would have been welcomed by the never ending numbers of stars that painted the dark sky.

“Yes, fuck…don't stop.” I moan out.

Crazy enough, he started fucking me even harder, deeper and my nails dig into his skin while the sound of our bodies slapping together echoes against the walls and trees around us.

“You look so beautiful when I fuck you, angel.” He groaned and I felt his hand travel from my throat to my breasts.

The sound of his erotic moans and grunts induced my own level of pleasure and I squeezed around him, causing him to hiss out.

“Fuck, do that again.” He breathed and I did it again and again and again until his head was thrown back too and his dick was throbbing inside me.

Both of us are chasing our releases and with one hard thrust, we cum at the same time. My back arches even more while moans fall past my lips and he pounded into me until every last drop was filling my stomach. When I opened my eyes, the sight I had predicted to see met my gaze. Millions and millions of stars stretch across a dark canvas and I don't think I could ever get tired of watching it.

“Amazing,” he sighed.

“It was,” I said back, still leaning back over the railing.

“No, you. You are fucking amazing.” He said, I smiled and tilted my head back to face him.

The sweat was dripping down his muscled pecs and abs and his dark hair sticks out to his forehead. I kissed him deeply, never wanting the kiss to end and I didn't even want the night to end. If it were my choice, we would stay like this forever, no responsibilities, no worries and no Lotus Mafia that wanted our lives. I know it couldn't be like that, but he made it feel like it was.

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One thing I loved about living with Luciano is that his noteworthy scent is everywhere, the lounge, his bedroom and the sheets. It isn't a smell that makes your nose crinkle up in disgust, it is a light, barely there, fresh and cologne-like smell that makes you take a little deeper breaths

Once we move into our new place, that smell will disappear and would be replaced with the smells of us instead. I have known since a while back that he is the one I want to spend my life with but moving into a whole new house together makes it all very official, a reality rather than a dream. I snuggled deeper into the bed, clutching onto the duvet so that it surrounded me like a cocoon. With my nose pressed into the pillow, his smell met my senses and replaced his presence. He woke up before me as usual and I think I remember him saying he was going down to the gym before kissing me and walking out.

When I glanced at the clock on the bedside table, it showed eleven o'clock in the morning. It was time to get up, I raised myself up to a sitting position and instantly felt a striking pain in my back. I groaned and moved my hand to the area. Not feeling any wound, I stood up and moved to the bathroom, turning sideways to get a good look. My eyes meet a red mark across the middle of my back.

“Stupid balcony.” I muttered and turned to look at my own reflection.

After the sex last night, neither of us had the energy to put on clothes again so went to bed fully naked. My gaze drops from my face and I see even more marks on my waist. It doesn't hurt as bad as the one on my back and the weird thing is that I didn't even feel the pain last night. I guess I was too busy getting my inside rearranged. The marks he always leaves on my body after we have sex don't bother me. I liked it when he was rough, I always have.

My past relationships and sexual experience have never been like it is with him and this sort of burning with raw emotions and toe-curling passion. It was a flammable torch that kept me alive.