Chapter 3
Nora’s pov
“Daddy can I have your d**k?”
The words came out of me desperate and shaky while his three thick fingers stayed buried deep in my cunt, still pumping and curling hard against that spot that made my toes curl.
Luca stared at me, eyes dark, mouth wet from when he had been kissing my neck earlier.
His hand never stopped moving. He kept fingering me slow and deep, the wet squelch of my p***y loud in the quiet room, juices running down over his knuckles and dripping onto the leather chair under my ass.
My hips rolled against his palm on their own. I needed more.
I needed that heavy c**k I could see jutting up from his open jeans, thick and dark and leaking a steady string of precum down the shaft.
Daniel’s d**k earlier had been a joke compared to this. The purpl
