Chapter 4 Jaylin #2
“I shouldn’t want you the way I do,” he grits out. “I shouldn’t be this obsessed. You threaten my sense of control, Jaylin.” The raw honesty of his answer takes me by surprise.
“I don’t mean to,” I whisper.
“I know.” Renzo pulls me forward with his hand around my neck, his lips grazing my temple and then the shell of my ear. “That’s how potent you are. You don’t even have to try.”
I shiver at his words, dripping in desire. “Renzo…”
His lips meet mine, tentatively at first, like I’m some forbidden fruit. Once he has a taste, Renzo growls and demands more, his tongue seeking entry. I gasp and fall into his kiss, overwhelmed by the primal need behind each eager stroke of his tongue.
Renzo groans, the sound almost painful as he rests his forehead on mine. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, matching my own.
“Are… we going to…?” My awkward, stuttered question makes me blush furiously. Why did I say that? Why couldn’t I just live in the moment and be thankful for the attention Renzo is giving me?
“Am I going to fuck you?” he growls. Renzo’s jaw clenches, and his muscles ripple with tension. “Would you like that, little girl?”
I bite my bottom lip, considering his question.
“Don’t answer that,” he commands. “I won’t be able to hold back if you say yes.”
“But…”
My hands crawl up his chest, and I fist the collar of his pristine white shirt, tugging him closer.
Renzo responds by lifting me and spinning me around.
I gasp at the sudden motion, feeling a bit dizzy until Renzo places his hands on my hips and guides me to sit on his lap so my back is pressed against his front.
“You feel so damn good, angel,” he rasps into the shell of my ear. “Every inch of you was made for me. You’re perfect.”
Renzo gathers my long hair to one side, exposing my bare shoulder. He nips and licks a path across my shoulder and up my neck as his hands explore every curve of my body. I roll my hips when he squeezes my breast, a whimper escaping my lips as he pinches the aching peak of my nipple.
“M-more,” I plead, arching my back to press my chest further into his large, capable hands.
“I’m not going to fuck you today,” Renzo says, though it sounds like he’s saying the words through gritted teeth. Do I really have that much power over him? I guess he told me as much, but it’s a lot to take in. “But I can give you what you need.”
I nod eagerly, though I’m not sure what he’s talking about. It doesn’t matter. I know I’ll like anything this man does to me.
Renzo angles his hips so I can feel his hot, throbbing length beneath my ass. He grinds his thick cock against me as I melt into his embrace. I might threaten his sense of control, but I’m still at his mercy in this moment.
One hand cups my breast while the other strokes the inside of my thighs, coaxing me to open up for him. I part my legs, but apparently, not enough. Renzo grips my thighs in his hands and wrenches my legs apart, leaving my embarrassingly soaking wet panties exposed.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I can smell how much you need me.”
Heat rises to my cheeks, and I wonder if he’s grossed out. My doubts fly apart when he grazes his fingers over the wet fabric, pressing and rubbing it against my swollen and sensitive clit.
“Love how wet you are, Jaylin. So damn responsive. Is this all for me?”
I can’t do anything except nod and gasp for air.
Renzo plays with the waistband of my panties, his fingers dancing along the edge before slipping inside. He cups my pussy in a possessive hold, and I tremble in his hands, more of my arousal coating his thick, warm fingers.
“When you’re ready, I’m going to fuck this soaking wet, tight virgin cunt,” he snarls into the side of my neck before sucking my pulse point.
The pad of his finger brushes across my clit before backing away. He draws lazy circles around my sensitive bud, but doesn’t touch it again. I try angling my hips to get him right where I need him, but Renzo simply chuckles as he continues his torture.
“So impatient.” His deep, scratchy voice vibrates through me, making everything ache for more of his touch.
Finally, Renzo gives in to my silent demand, rubbing tight circles over my clit until I’m shaking with the need for release.
“That’s it, angel. So fucking hot. Feel that?
Feel what I can do with just my fingers? ”
“Y-yes,”I breathe out.
Renzo hums in approval, then dips his finger into my pulsing entrance. “Jesus,” he growls. “You’re gonna feel incredible wrapped around my cock.”
I whimper and thrust against his hand, shoving his finger deeper inside of me. Renzo responds by adding a second finger and curling them up, rubbing against some ultra-sensitive, hidden spot.
“Oh!” I exclaim, letting out a shamefully wanton moan.
“I can’t believe I’m the first person to touch you like this, to feel your pussy try to suck me in.
I’m gonna stretch you out and fill you up, molding you to fit perfectly around my big dick, baby.
It’ll only ever be me, understand? I’m the first, last, and only man who gets to see you like this and feel your slick, sticky cum. ”
His filthy words paint a vivid picture in my mind, heightening my arousal as I imagine our naked bodies entwined.
“Renzo,” I gasp. “I’m…”
The pressure swirls and builds deep in my core, each pump of his thick digits winding me up more and more.
“Fuck, I feel you. Squeezing me so damn tight. You want to come so bad, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I don’t hesitate to answer. My body is humming with a sweet, sharp ache, my muscles pulled tight as I suck in a breath and slam my eyes shut.
Renzo growls, the sound dark and rattling in his chest. His lips tickle the shell of my ear, his hot breath adding to the symphony of sensations building up, up, up…
“Do it,” he commands. “Come for me. Come so damn hard.”
I break apart at his words, everything in me pulsing and expanding outward. Renzo pins me in place with one hand spread out over my stomach while the other continues to thrust, rub, tap, and grind against my convulsing cunt, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.
“Harder, Jaylin. Come harder. I know you can do it.”
My cries carve through the silent room, bouncing off the walls and joining our heavy, labored breathing.
My thighs snap shut, trapping Renzo’s hand.
He doesn’t seem to mind. With a flick of his wrist, another wave of nearly unbearable bliss slams into me, and I let out a strangled scream, almost afraid I might not survive.
“I’ve got you,” Renzo reassures me, somehow reading my mind. I deflate against his chest, trembling and lightheaded from the intensity of my combined orgasms. “You did so good, baby,” he praises.
Slowly, regrettably, Renzo removes his hand from my panties. He brings his fingers up to my bare shoulder, wiping my release over my skin. Renzo blows cold air over the wet spot, the sensation in such contrast to my overheated flesh. He licks away my cum, growling at the taste.
“Next time, I’ll get it straight from the source,” he promises.
Before I can reply, his phone rings, startling both of us.
“Shit,” Renzo mutters, gently depositing me on the couch next to him. My body is limp, and I can’t do anything except sink into the cushions. He looks at his phone, then at my blissed-out face. I know what he’s going to say before the words leave his mouth. “I’m sorry, I have to take this.”
I nod, trying not to let my disappointment show. He sees it anyway, because of course he does.
“I won’t be long. Just relax, lie down, and rest in front of the fireplace. I’ll be back soon.” He kisses my cheeks and forehead, then stands and adjusts his intimidating length. Renzo winks at me when he sees me staring.
He slips out of the room as quietly as he entered, leaving me breathless and boneless on the couch.