Desireé
Tate Lucchese was a dream come true. It seemed almost too good to be real. The way he touched me was erotic and addicting. I craved him…wanted more. Tate was over six feet tall and nothing but solid muscle. My insides screamed for me to beg him to take me.
Over and over again.
“Papi, you taste so good.” My lips wrapped around the crown, tasting the salty liquid leaking out from the tip.
“And I love the way your mouth feels, love.” Heat spread through me hearing him call me that. I rubbed my c**t as I bobbed my head, eager to please him.
His hand traveled down my back, caressing my lower back.
I know I should stop myself from giving in, but something about Tate made me crave him. Tate was a dangerous man and I should be scared…but I’m not. He’s different with me. Gentle and c
