Chapter 6 Jaylin
JAYLIN
Renzo’s deep brown eyes tear me apart as he begs me for another chance.
How can I say no to him? Yes, I was hurt and confused when he left, but he’s clearly torturing himself over it.
I believe him when he says it won’t happen again.
The agony in his gaze is slowly replaced with hope when I smile at him.
“Yes, I’ll give you another chance,” I murmur. Renzo’s lips pull into a wide, genuine smile of relief and joy. He’s absolutely beautiful in this moment. Brutal, yes, but also radiant.
“Thank you, my gorgeous angel.” He presses kisses to my temple, forehead, and cheeks, before licking the seam of my lips.
I gladly open up for him, overwhelmed by both of our confessions. I’ve never talked about my parents with anyone, and I know he’s never shared his emotions with anyone else.
His hand snakes up my body and brushes against my breast, causing me to moan into his kiss. Renzo slides his leg between both of mine, and I shamelessly grind down on him, my body already seeking release.
I tug on his shirt, needing to see all of him. Renzo breaks the kiss, his eyes roaming hungrily over my curves. “Tell me what you want, Jaylin.”
“I want all of you.” His intense eyes soften at my words, and he nuzzles into the side of my neck. It’s such a sweet and surprising gesture, which makes me trust him even more. He really would give up his power and kingdom to make me comfortable.
“Nothing between us is transactional, do you understand?” I nod, but Renzo takes my chin between his thumb and finger, forcing our eyes to meet.
“I need your words, Jaylin. I need you to know what we have is real. You already have your money, and you’ll keep it no matter what.
I just want to show you how amazing you are.
I want to make you feel so damn good. I’m going to worship your body, but only with your permission. ”
God, this man. I was so upset with him earlier today, and now… Now, Renzo is looking at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world.
“I trust you, Renzo,” I whisper. “What we have is real. I feel it, too.”
“Thank fuck,” he breathes out, making me giggle. Renzo hums and kisses my throat, his beard tickling me and making me laugh even harder. “Love that sound, sweet girl. But I’m looking forward to hearing a few other sounds from you…”
The adoration shining is his brown eyes darkens to lust. He sits up and pulls me off the bed, stripping me down until I’m bare before him. I start to cover my belly and chest, but he loops his fingers around my wrists and gently pushes them out of the way.
“Let me see you, my precious girl,” he coaxes. The fire in his gaze makes me bold. I remember the dirty things he promised me when we were on the couch yesterday, and I suddenly can’t wait to get started.
I reach out and cup the bulge in his pants, stroking his intimidating length through the fabric. Renzo groans and tips his head back, swaying on his feet as if he’s about to collapse.
“Careful,” he warns. “You’ve got me right on the edge, baby.”
Without warning, he gently pushes me backward onto the bed.
I’m about to protest when he rips his shirt off, the buttons popping and clacking around the room.
My mouth drops when I see his full might and muscle on display.
Nearly every inch of his chest and arms is covered in either scars or tattoos.
There’s so much I still don’t know about him, but I want every last piece of his story and his heart.
Renzo makes quick work of the rest of his clothes, and then he’s standing naked before me. His hand pumps up and down his cock as his smoldering gaze rakes over my body. He suddenly drops to his knees on the ground before lifting my legs to rest on his shoulders.
“What are you doing?” I gasp, a little flustered by how close my pussy is to his face.
“I told you I was going to drink your nectar straight from the source, did I not?”
“Y-yes,” I hiss out as his thumbs draw lazy circles up the inside of my thighs. “Please, I need it. I need you.”
He doesn’t hesitate. Renzo parts my lips and blows cool air over my clit before gliding his hot, wet tongue over my most sensitive parts. He snarls as I whimper with unimaginable pleasure.
I grip the sheets and arch my back, grinding against his greedy mouth. Renzo rewards me by scraping his teeth over my clit and then sucking it inside his mouth. He continues his torture, sliding a finger into my pulsing entrance while lapping at my sore and swollen nub.
“I’m… I’m…”
“Not yet,” he commands.
I whine and squirm beneath his attention, but Renzo keeps me in place with a hand over my stomach. The pressure makes everything more intense. When I look down, Renzo has his eyes locked on mine, silently telling me to feel this with him.
He rolls his tongue against me and curls his finger up, making me twist and clamp my thighs around his head. Renzo chuckles but never relents. My toes curl, and I open my mouth in a silent scream, unable to hold my orgasm back any longer.
Liquid heat rushes through me, stealing my breath and dripping out of my core. Renzo laps up my release, almost feral in his need for more.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he growls as he sits back on his heels. Renzo wipes his lips and chin and licks the remnants of my orgasm off his fingers. His eyes never leave mine as he adjusts my position and climbs on top of me. “Are you ready for more, Jaylin?”
He’s looking at me, no, through me, right down to the very end of my being.
I can’t explain this need for him. It’s not just this ache between my legs that I know will only be satisfied once he’s inside of me; it’s like I have an ache in the depths of my very soul that I know will only be satisfied when we’re joined as one, when we’re as close as two people can be.
I cup his face in both of my hands and pull him down so I can whisper in his ear.
“I’m ready, Renzo. I want you to make me yours.”
He nods, and I pull back, watching him as the tip of his cock slips into my virgin hole. It stretches me in the most exquisite way, and I urge him on, rotating my hips, whimpering, needing more of him. All of him.
“Shh, baby. Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I answer without hesitation.
“Let me do this.”
Slowly, he slides into me until he reaches my barrier.
Then, he kisses me and thrusts all the way in.
There’s a sharp pinch deep inside my body, but it’s not overwhelming.
In fact, I welcome it. It’s the last thing standing between us physically, and I can’t explain the relief that washes over me knowing we’re finally joined.
“Are you okay?” His voice is unexpectedly tender, his eyes softer than I’ve ever seen as he waits for my answer. Knowing the ruthless mafia boss wants my comfort and consent gives me the confidence to tell him exactly how I feel.
“I’m perfect, Renzo. I love feeling you inside of me.”
“Thank fuck. I love being inside of you. Jesus, your pussy is choking my dick. So goddamn good.”
Renzo kisses down my neck, using his whole mouth to consume every available inch.
“Need you… to move…” I breathe out. Between the weight of his body, the wetness of his mouth, and the fullness of his cock inside of me, I’m overwhelmed in the best way possible.
He doesn’t need me to ask him twice. Renzo pulls almost all of the way out and I hear him growl, looking down between us at the evidence of my virginity smeared on his cock.
“Mine,” he says, mostly to himself, before thrusting back into me. I feel every inch of his thick cock, the ridges and veins sliding along my walls as my pussy squeezes him.
“Harder,” I beg.
He keeps up his slow, steady pace, refusing to give me what I need. I wrap my arms around his torso while my legs open wider and wrap around his hips. I dig my nails into the skin on his back while my heels dig into his ass. I pull him deeper inside, wanting to feel him break me apart.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You sure?”
I nod, and he kisses me, tugging my bottom lip with his teeth and then smashing his mouth on mine, relentlessly thrusting his tongue in time with his hips. Each time he bottoms out, the coil winds up tighter, tighter, tighter, but then he slows down.
I whine in protest, and he gives me a wicked grin. Renzo sits back on his heels, adjusting us, lacing his fingers in mine and stretching them above my head.
And then he jackhammers into me, giving me more pleasure, more feeling, more everything than I’ve ever felt in my life.
“Love watching these tits shake while I pound into you, baby. Fucking gorgeous.”
With that, he dips his head and licks my nipples, teasing them and nipping them before sucking one into his mouth.
I arch my back, offering more of me to him.
My fingernails dig into the backs of his hands as my body clenches.
I feel like I’m folding in on myself, my muscles, my organs, my bones drawing in towards my center.
Renzo pulls all the way out and then slams home, making my body fly apart.
Everything releases as I cry out my orgasm.
I’m floating and drowning at the same time.
My limbs are numb, but my core is flooded with my desire.
I feel it leaking out of me, dripping down Renzo’s cock as he continues to fuck me right through my orgasm.
“That’s it, angel. Make me messy with your cum, fucking soak me, baby.”
I whimper at his dirty words, bucking my hips, wanting this feeling to last forever and yet needing the overwhelming sensation to stop.
I’m breathless as I come back down to earth, re-entering my own body. Renzo is still hard inside of me, and I realize he’s peppering kisses all over my face, my neck, my chest.
“Perfect, Jaylin. You come so perfectly for me. Ready for more?”
More? I don’t know if I can handle any more pleasure, but I want to try for Renzo.
I nod, and in one swift move, he flips us over so I’m straddling him.
“Ride my fat cock, baby girl.”
I moan at his words, and just like that, I'm ready for whatever comes next.
I feel impossibly fuller with him like this, his dick hitting me deeper, at a different angle.
His hands glide up and down my thighs, squeezing and massaging my skin.
I place my hands on his chest and push up on my knees.
I hover above him for a moment and look at his wickedly handsome face.
His eyes are glossy with lust, shining for me, waiting for me to give him pleasure. I feel powerful, sexy, and wanted.
I slam my body down on him, taking all of him at once.
“Jesus, fuck!” he cries out.
Renzo grips my hips, helping me find my rhythm. I bounce on his huge cock and grind down, squeezing my pussy each time I slide up. I rock my hips back and forth once I’m seated on his lap, trying to find that spot that drives me wild. Renzo tilts my hips, getting me right where I need him most.
“OH! Oh my god,” I shriek.
“That’s it, fuck me, Jaylin, use me for your pleasure.”
I move my body up and down, hitting my most pleasurable spot every time, causing me to whimper with each thrust. Renzo’s hands move from my hips to my breasts, taking one in each hand. He squeezes and pinches, kneads and massages, heightening my pleasure.
I feel his hands slide to my back as he holds me in place while he sits up, latching his mouth onto one breast and then the other.
“Yes, Renzo, yes…” I whimper.
His hands squeeze my ass, lifting me up and down, pulling me closer and closer into him. I’m starting to lose control, and he can feel it. His hands anchor me in place as he jerks his hips, fucking up into me while anchoring me in place.
I drop my head and suck on his neck, sinking my teeth into his shoulder. Renzo growls, the vibrations ricocheting off of every nerve in my body.
“Jaylin, fuck, I… goddamn, you feel so incredible.”
I moan and nod, unable to respond any other way.
My pussy clenches around him, each stroke building me up. Each time his cock hits the end of me, I feel like my breath is being sucked out of my lungs. I feel him. I feel everything.
He rests his forehead on mine as he rips me in two.
I feel the beginning of something huge taking place deep inside of me.
It’s so much more than an orgasm. Each thrust hits me on more than a physical level.
It’s like he’s breaking down every wall I have in place; all the thoughts, all the emotions, all the demons I’ve kept locked up for so long threaten to break free.
I can’t stop it now. Pleasure, pain, love, hate, fear, peace, it all swirls, pulses, pressurizes.
I grip Renzo’s shoulders, hoping he’ll be my anchor in the raging storm.
Sweat drips down our joined foreheads as we move in tandem, each racing towards our end.
I hear Renzo roar as his cum shoots deep inside of me, tearing down all of my defenses, unlocking all of the cages I’ve guarded for so long.
He drives into me, grinding deep and relentlessly until I start coming so hard I can’t stop.
I sob with the release, tears mixing with my sweat. My body shakes and heaves with equal parts pleasure and pain. Torture and rapture. Grief and healing. It’s all too much. The world crumbles and crashes down around me until I am no more.
I blink myself awake, surrounded by a warm, soothing voice. I feel new, fresh, and finally free.
“What’s wrong? Jaylin, did I hurt you?” Renzo is stroking my hair and pressing soft, reverent kisses to my cheeks. He sounds panicked. I manage to pry my eyes open, breathing in the scent of our combined release.
I hold his gaze, smiling at him with a new appreciation and a love I didn’t know I was capable of feeling. “Not at all. That was incredible.”
“God, Jaylin, fuck, I…” his voice cracks right before he takes my mouth in a slow kiss, feeling every part of me. “You’re amazing, Jaylin. My sweet girl. What we just did… that was everything.”
I nod, and he kisses me again, more urgently this time. I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull him closer.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
Renzo rests his forehead on mine and breathes me in. “No, baby. Thank you. God, you feel so amazing. That was like nothing I’ve ever experienced.”
“Yeah, well, me neither,” I grin.
He smiles and kisses the tip of my nose.
“Stay here. Let me get us cleaned up.”
Renzo hops up and comes back a few minutes later with a washcloth, tenderly cleaning between my legs before crawling back into bed with me. He pulls me close, tucking me into his side. I rest my head on his chest, letting the strong and steady beat of his heart carry me to sleep.