Chapter 27 Sophia
I ’m still trying to catch my breath from the two mouth-watering, most intense orgasms of my life when Lorenzo grips my waist firmly, lifting me with ease until I’m facing him and straddling his chest. “Time to ride my face, Blue.”
I chuckle. “There’s no way you’re ready to go at it again.”
With an eyebrow raised, he grabs my hand, guiding it to his already hard, throbbing cock. I stroke it twice, pre-cum leaking out of it and landing on my fingers. I bring the digits to my mouth and lick them clean. “I guess I was wrong,” I say with a playful smile.
He guides me up his body until my pussy aligns with his mouth. “I told you, I’m just getting started.” He starts to kiss and nip my inner thighs, making me clench as a small whimper bubbles out of me. I’m already so ready for him and for another mind-blowing orgasm. He doesn’t have to do much to make me feel desperate for him.
“I’m dying for you to fuck my face,” he mumbles against my skin, darting out his tongue across my inner thigh, lapping at it torturously. “I’ve been a good boy, patiently waiting for you to accept that you want this. And now that I finally have you, I’ve earned it, haven’t I?”
My eyes find his as he keeps worshiping every inch of me with every soft kiss and lick, making me feel desired in a way no one ever has.
He tightens his grip on my hips, his voice a low growl as he repeats the question. “Haven’t I, baby?”
“Yes, you’ve been a very good boy,” I reply breathlessly. As soon as the words are out of my mouth, he sinks me down and closes his mouth around my clit as I thread my fingers into his soft hair.
A guttural moan comes out of me as his tongue circles my sensitive bud. I start grinding his face immediately and shamelessly, because it feels too good. He’s barely started, and I’m almost there, ready to fall off the edge. He flattens his tongue, running it through my center with a delicious, slow stroke before pushing it into my hole as I moan and cry out his name. I tug on his hair so hard, I know it must be painful, but I can’t bring myself to care. The more I tug, the more he laps at me like a man starved. His fingers dig into my hips so hard, I know he’ll leave some bruising behind, and the sensation is sizzling. Knowing he’s somehow marking me makes me feel exhilarated. He locks his gaze on me, his eyes a delicious darker shade of brown, filled with so much lust and hunger as he finds my clit and sucks down on it so hard, I arch my back and tilt my head back with a moan.
“Lorenzo,” I cry out, desperate. “I need your cock. I want to taste you, please.”
“You want me to fill that sassy mouth of yours with my cum?” His warm breath brushes against my pussy as he speaks, and I’m so overstimulated, I have to try my best to hold my moan back .
“Yes,” I hiss, the word coming out so desperate, I barely recognize myself.
“Turn around,” he orders gruffly.
Without a word, I obey. I get on my hands and knees on top of him, his mouth-watering cock right in my face. A ping of excitement floods through me, because I’m dying to show him how much I’ve been waiting to feel all of him, show him how much I want him.
“Now be a good girl and suck my cock while I keep eating this delicious pussy,” he says before running his tongue all over my center again. I’m so sensitive, I involuntarily jerk forward, but he grabs me and brings me back, locking me in place. “I told you I was going to feast until you were begging for me to stop. Are you ready to beg?”
“No,” I moan, shaking my head.
I grip the base of his cock and run my tongue from base to tip, leaving a trace of saliva as I desperately keep licking him, enjoying every second of it. I wrap my mouth around his tip and swirl my tongue, teasing him, edging him. I feel him groan against my pussy, so I do it again. Every time I repeat the motion, he flicks his tongue eagerly against my sensitive bud, which only spurs me on. I’m so close already; my lower belly starts to tighten and tingle.
“Your mouth feels so fucking perfect,” he groans against my pussy, dragging his teeth across my sensitive flesh. “I’m going to fuck it so good with my cock one of these days.”
I lick his cock from base to tip again, humming. “Again with all these empty promises that only tempt me with a good time.”
“Wrong thing to say, Blue.” He grunts before shoving his tongue inside me. With every pulse of his tongue, I come closer and closer to falling apart. His thumb finds my clit, and he starts doing soft but quick circles. All I can do is moan around his shaft. He must enjoy the vibration, because his cock pulses every time. I try my best to meet his punishing pace with my mouth, but he’s so big and hard, it’s useless. But I still try, wanting nothing more than to keep savoring him. Lorenzo keeps touching my sensitive bud at a relentless, but soft pace and my orgasm hits me out of nowhere, making panting noises come out of me. Once my orgasm subsides, I get off him, my back hitting the bed as I try to catch my breath. My heart feels like it’s stuck at my throat, but God, it was every bit worth it. He towers over me, careful not to put any weight on me. He leans down, pressing a soft, delicious kiss to my lips that sends a dizzying rush through me. He tastes like smoky maple mixed with my arousal, and I get completely lost in the taste of us together. It’s addictive and absolutely perfect.
He drops another quick kiss on my lips as his eyes dance with mischief. “Now, you said you wanted me to fuck your mouth.” He stands, grabs one of the pillows, and drops it on the floor. “Get on your knees, baby, and put that pillow between your legs.”
Even though I don’t understand what’s going through his head, I do as he says. Obeying Lorenzo makes me feel strangely powerful and wanted.
He grips my chin, lifting my head until I lock my eyes on his. “You look like a goddess on your knees for me, Blue.”
I lick my lips eagerly. “Fuck my mouth, Lorenzo. I’m ready to ruin you.”
His dark laugh echoes through the otherwise silent villa. “Oh, you’ve already ruined me so goddamn bad.” The conviction in his voice makes my heart falter, but I push those thoughts away, because this is just sex. Nothing more. I open my mouth, ready to take him.
With a low moan, he sinks his hard, girthy cock inside my mouth, pumping in and out of me slowly. “This is how it’s going to go,” he starts speaking in a low, husky tone. “As I fuck your mouth, you’re going to grind that greedy little pussy against the pillow like the good, desperate slut you are. And you better make a good mess out of it and drench it, baby.”
I look at him, my eyes bulging. I feel so utterly spent, I don’t know how I’m going to come again. I try to get his cock out of my mouth to speak, but he fists my hair, keeping me in place.
He gives a quick, dismissive click with his tongue. “You don’t get to speak, baby. You only get to choke on my cock now.” He places my left hand on his thigh. “If it gets to be too much, tap twice, and I’ll stop, got it?” His tone is soft but serious.
I try my best to nod as he keeps working himself in and out of my mouth. His face is still glistening with my arousal, and the sight of him, with his hard pecs, tattoos, and disheveled hair, is utterly destroying me. He starts pumping a little faster now, and I try to open my mouth as much as I can, flattening my tongue so I can take him deeper. The sound of his moans and my gags fill the room, and it’s so filthy, my core starts to tighten again. And before I know it, I start grinding against the pillow. Not because he asked, but because I’m desperate for some friction.
“I knew you were going to listen. You’re such a good girl, riding on that pillow as I use your hot, wet mouth for my pleasure. It turns you on, doesn’t it?”
I moan around his length, looking at him through watery eyes and nodding desperately. I’m so turned on right now, it’s borderline painful. His thrusts become faster and punishing, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat relentlessly. The faster he fucks my mouth, the harder I grind against the pillow. My clit is throbbing and so sensitive, but I can’t bring myself to stop. Being on my knees for Lorenzo, knowing he’s using me, seeing him desperate and coming undone before me is too good of a feeling. His pace is more punishing now, to the point that saliva starts to run down my chin, and the gagging sounds are becoming more and more loud.
“ Fuck , Blue. This mouth of yours is so warm and perfect.” He tilts his head back and moans. “Can I come in your mouth, please?” he asks through a quick, desperate whimper, and I nod just as quickly, wanting nothing more than to get a taste of him. “Such a good girl,” he growls. “Don’t swallow until I tell you to,” he orders gruffly, and I nod again as his thrusts start to become sloppier and faster until he pulls back, only leaving the tip inside my mouth as his cock starts pulsing and spilling. I’m still grinding against the pillow like a desperate fool, the friction of the soft fabric against my clit feeling sensational.
He grips my chin, opening my mouth slightly. “Keep your mouth open and keep grinding like a good little slut. I want to look at you as you make a mess all over that pillow. Make yourself feel good for me,” he commands, his voice rough with control.
I shut my eyes hard as I keep moving back and forth. My legs feel like they’re on fire, but it’s too good to stop.
“Look at me, baby. Keep those beautiful eyes on me—right where they belong.” His tone grows huskier.
All I do is obey. It’s all I can manage, because I’m at his mercy, and loving every second of it. I’m at a loss for words with how filthy and amazing this feels. I can’t believe this is what I’ve been missing out on. That night we had at the club barely scratched the surface. I don’t know how any other man is going to compare to Lorenzo. He’s insatiable. His mouth deserves a medal, because the dirty talk is to a whole other level. And the way he can treat me like a queen one second and a slut the next is too good. He was absolutely right—he has completely and utterly ruined me, and I’m ready to thank him for it.
It doesn’t take long for me to chase a delicious fourth orgasm. My body detonates, a million little fireworks exploding in my lower belly. I shut my eyes for a moment, trying to ground myself. Somehow, this orgasm manages to be just as strong as the other three, leaving me completely dizzy and in a state of pure bliss.
“That’s it, baby,” he coos. “You can swallow now. Get a good taste of what you do to me.”
I tilt my head back to lock my eyes on his as I swallow every last drop. The saltiness, with a hint of sweetness, hits my senses, and I moan, still riding my release. He tastes better than I could have ever imagined, and all I can think about is how badly I want to taste him again. He extends his hand, and I take it as I stand on shaky legs. He delivered his promised and thoroughly fucked me, and I don’t think I’ll be able to move any longer.
“Oh, God,” I groan. “I can’t anymore, Lorenzo. Please. I’m wiped.”
With a soft laugh, he scoops me up, and I cling to him, burying my face in the crook of his neck. “Let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll go to bed, no funny business, I promise.”
He carries me to the bathroom, setting me gently on the sink countertop, then starts to run a bubble bath. The soothing scent of lavender fills the air as he adds soap to the water. He tests the temperature, making sure it’s just right, and once the tub is ready, he looks back at me with a smile that makes my chest tighten, holding out his hand .
I take it, letting him help me down from the counter. He slides into the bath first, and I follow, easing into the warmth of the water with his steady hands guiding me. I settle back against his chest, the water and his body cocooning me in warmth. His arms wrap around me, pulling me closer, and I tilt my head back, resting it on his shoulder as I close my eyes and let myself melt into the comfort of his embrace.
He kisses the side of my head and mumbles, “You okay?”
I let out a content sigh. “Yes. This is perfect.” I open my eyes and look up at him. “Thank you.”
His lips find mine, giving me a soft peck. “No need to thank me.”
My cheeks heat with a blush. “Why are you always so thoughtful?”
A small smirk plays on his lips. “Only with you, Blue. Just you.”
I don’t understand how I got this lucky and entered the deal of the lifetime with someone as thoughtful as him, but I’ll soak up every second of it, and more.