“You said it yourself, Lucia… don’t regret it later.” His voice was dark, rough, the kind of promise that made my insides clench. Before I could even reply, he swept me off my feet and laid me down on the wide sofa, his body towering over mine.
“Take off your panties.” His command was low but sharp, leaving no room for hesitation.
I swallowed hard and did exactly what he told me, slipping them down quickly as my chest rose and fell. He didn’t even pause—his hands worked his belt loose, his pants and breeches tossing it aside, and then his suit jacket flew across the room in one careless motion followed by his shirt.
“Spread your legs,” he rasped, and I obeyed, trembling but eager.
His monstrous c**k stood thick and hard, veins straining along the shaft, precum glistening at the tip. My
