Chapter 31 Lorenzo
“ A re you sure?” I ask, my eyes finding hers.
Her soft lips hover over mine. “Yes.”
Without another word, I swipe my tongue across the seam of her lips, demanding entrance. She parts her lips without protest, allowing our tongues to tangle. Kissing her will never get old. The feel of her soft lips is out of this world, and that sweet taste of hers is one I can’t get enough of. She moans, and I greedily swallow her sounds as I keep kissing and teasing her with my tongue. The kiss becomes more frantic and fervent with every passing second. My erection grows quickly as she starts grinding against me a little faster. Looking down, I see how her wetness coats her inner thighs and the tiniest, thinnest pair of pajama shorts she’s wearing. I can tell she’s not wearing any underwear, because the thin fabric of her shorts glues to her skin the more aroused she gets.
“Fuck, baby, you’re making a mess. Is this all for me?” I ask, fisting her hair and exposing her neck, nipping and sucking the soft flesh. I know she loves it when I give her neck attention, and I’m more than willing to oblige. To leave my mark, so any fucker that looks at her knows who she belongs to, even if only temporarily. I’ve never felt such a possessive, primal sensation like this. I’ve never had a reason to be possessive. Being with other women was a means to an end, but with her, it’s… So. Much. More.
“Answer me,” I order, my voice gravelly.
“Yes,” she whispers through her moans. “All for you. Only you.”
Those delicious words coming out of her mouth are like music to my ears. Knowing how crazy I drive her makes satisfaction simmer through my veins.
“That’s right,” I croon against her neck. “And don’t you ever forget that.”
My thumb glides along her neck until I find the edge of her cardigan and slowly slide it off her. She’s wearing a thin, white tank top, her peaked, perfect needy nipples showing through the fabric. I start to circle around one, touching her everywhere except where I know she needs it the most. This gets her going, her moans becoming a little louder.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful. I wish you could see yourself right now. Flushed face, grinding against my cock like the good girl you are, desperate to come.”
“ Lorenzo ,” she moans breathlessly.
I flip her onto her back, lift her hips, and take her shorts off. “Keep these legs open for me, baby,” I say gruffly before diving in, not allowing her to respond. I latch my mouth on her clit like a man starved—because I am. I’m completely and desperately starved for another taste. These past two weeks have been painful , especially knowing our time is limited.
She fists my hair, locking my head in place. “Fuck, that feels good,” she moans. “You’re amazing.”
Her moans give me the right amount of spur, and I keep lapping at her, flattening my tongue and giving her one long, languid stroke before wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking as I slide two fingers inside of her. I start pumping my fingers at a punishing pace, dying for a heady taste of her arousal.
With one last, long suck, her legs lock into place as her whole body starts to shake, the orgasm overtaking her as I drink every ounce out of her.
“You taste so goddamn sweet.” Lick . “Addictive.” Lick . “And fucking perfect.” Lick .
Once she starts to come back down from her release, I stand, towering over her and sealing my lips on hers. The kiss is slow, almost sweet. That’s until she fists my shirt and sits me back down on the couch, deepening the kiss. My body almost trembles with how much I need this woman. With how much I want to get lost in her body and fucking worship her. With how much I’ve grown obsessed .
She drops to her knees, her hand traveling across my thighs and to the button of my pants. I lift my hips slightly, and she makes quick work of the pants and boxers, my throbbing cock springing free from its hold. Her eyes zero in on my shaft, and she licks her lips eagerly as she grips the base and brings the tip to her lips. She hasn’t done anything yet, but my cock jerks in anticipation. It’s been too long since I’ve felt her hot, perfect mouth around me. It’s all I’ve been thinking about, because that mouth of hers is a dream. She gives my cock a gentle stroke, and pre-cum drips out of it. She’s quick to flick her tongue around the tip and lick it. Her eyes flutter as she savors me, and I’m about ready to lose it.
Her tongue licks me from base to bottom in one swift motion, and I hiss, “ Merda ? 1 .”
“I’ve been dying to taste you again,” she whispers sultrily before opening her mouth wide and sliding my cock inside. Her tongue is flat against it, and it travels all the way down then all the way up before she twirls it around my head once. This makes me jerk forward, because fuck , I want her to do that again. “I’ve been dying to see how much you enjoy watching me get on my knees for you, choking on your cock, taking you as deep as I can go.”
“ Jesus Christ ,” I mutter, a deep guttural moan bubbling out of me. “That mouth of yours, Blue. Who knew you had it in you?”
She doesn’t say anything. Instead, with a small, knowing grin on her lips, she flattens her tongue once again. Her lips stretch around me as she starts taking me in deep, and damn, she’s doing a fantastic job. Here I thought it wasn’t possible for me to grow more obsessed, or more pathetically needy for this woman. But then she goes and does… this . Yeah. It’s safe to say I’m a fucking goner.
“ Fuck ,” I moan, my hand finding its way into her hair, fisting it gently as she continues to work me up and down with both of her hands and her mouth. “Your mouth is so perfect.” My gaze locks onto hers, her haunting blue eyes entrapping me. “That’s it, baby. Keep sucking my cock,” I say through a low growl. “Such a pretty girl on your knees for me.”
She moans around me, and the vibration makes my dick throb painfully, enjoying the sensation. One of her hands lands between her legs, and I watch in fascination how she slips two fingers inside of her and starts riding them as she keeps twirling her tongue around my tip before taking me all the way back to her throat.
I fist her hair a little harder now and start pumping in and out of her myself, because I don’t tire of those delicious sounds that come out of her every time I take charge like this. This girl has me on my knees for her and doesn’t even know it. Right now, I’m not the playful, successful billionaire everyone knows and loves. No. Right now, I’m a man who’s so fucking starved I’m willing to take any pleasure she wants to give me. As long as it only comes from her. I don’t want anyone else. I don’t care about anyone else. All I want is… her .
My eyes roam all over her. Her watery eyes, her pebbled nipples through her white tank top, and the way she shamelessly keeps riding her fingers, seeking her own pleasure.
I lock my gaze on those beautiful eyes of hers again, amusement lacing my tone. “Does sucking me turn you on? You just can’t help but touch yourself while choking on my cock, greedy girl?”
She nods eagerly, and my eyes travel down to where she’s touching herself. She presses her thumb against her clit as her other hand strokes what’s left of my length. The sight of her has me about ready to come, but I shut my eyes as I inhale and exhale through my nose, trying to ground myself. She removes her hand from the base of my cock and takes what’s left of me with her mouth, and I tilt my head back, swallowing hard at the feel of her practically sucking the life out of me.
I can’t take it anymore; I’m ready for more. “Goddamit, baby. You take me so well,” I groan. “Can I go faster, please?” I ask, desperation seeping into my voice like a pathetic fool.
She places both of her hands on my thighs and looks at me, quickly nodding.
“You already know the drill. If it gets to be too much, tap my thigh twice. Okay?” I say softly. I know she can take it, but I want to make sure she feels comfortable.
Sophia is such a perfect woman, though, and can match my energy and my drive like no one has ever done before. There are not enough words to explain how compatible we are, or how bad she has fucking ruined me already.
I start pumping at a punishing pace, just like the other night. I bite my bottom lip hard, but it’s useless, my grunts and moans are relentless every time I hit the back of her throat. The gagging sounds coming out of her are quickly becoming my undoing. My balls start to tighten, signaling my orgasm is approaching quickly, so I stop abruptly, freeing my cock from her mouth.
“I would love nothing more than for you to swallow all of my cum, but I need to fuck you and feel you coming around my cock before I lose it. Do you have a condom?” I ask gruffly.
She nods, rising to her feet. She slips off her shirt and drops it on the floor as she strides to her bedroom. Before entering, she looks over her shoulder. “What are you sitting there for?”
I’m wondering how I got so lucky.
I’m wondering where the hell you’ve been all my life.
And I’m especially wondering how the fuck am I going to let you walk away from me at the end of the summer?
The last thought catches me by surprise, but I bury it all down and move on, because I have no other option.
1 ? Fuck.