Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“Oh. I…”
“It’s okay. I’ll be right back. You can watch me the whole time.”
I gave a shaky nod. “I don’t know why… I…”
“Shhh. You don’t have to explain. I’m using you hard tonight. It’s normal to be a little shaky.”
I shivered again. I knew if I tried to stand up, I’d pass out. I felt jittery, electrified in a way I couldn’t decide was torture or pleasure. And I needed something to hold on to. I needed Lorenzo to ground me. I didn’t feel real. I needed to know this was actually happening.
I watched as he walked into the bathroom, opened a drawer, and pulled out a small tube. When he returned, he tossed it on the bed and stretched out over me. My breath caught as he lowered his lips to mine. A kiss was the last thing I expected.
He claimed my mouth, forced my lips apart, and pushed his tongue into me like he had his cock. I opened for him, relaxing against the pillow and letting him plunder me. I was his. That was what I wanted, needed.
This is only for tonight.
I snarled at the voice in my head. I didn’t need to think about that now. I needed Lorenzo. No future. No past, just him touching me.
When he ended the kiss, he smiled down at me. “Better?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He sat back on his heels. “Lift your hips.” I did, and he slid a pillow beneath them. Then he pushed my legs open and stared down at me.
I squirmed, feeling too exposed. No one had ever just looked at me like that.
“You’re so hot. I can’t wait to feel your ass squeezing my cock.”
I swallowed hard. I wanted that, but… how would he fit?
“I’ve been thinking about doing this ever since I had to leave you.”
I sucked in my breath. “You have?”
“Yes, it almost killed me to stop. Now that I have you here in my bed, naked and splayed out for me, nothing is going to stop us.”
I glanced toward the sliding door that led to the balcony, remembering how my father had tumbled through the window in the guest room. “What if—”
“I’ll shoot him.” He gestured to the gun he’d set on the nightstand.
“Lorenzo.”
“I’m fucking you tonight, right now, and you’re going to relax and enjoy it. You owe me, remember?”
I shivered. I still wasn’t sure if he really expected payment, but I wanted him, so it didn’t matter. “I remember.”
He squirted lube on his fingers, and I tensed as he slid them along the crack of my ass. “Relax. You know you want this.”
I remembered how split open I’d felt when he’d barely been inside me. “I’m really not sure this is going to work.”
“You can take my cock, baby. I’m not worried.”
I groaned as he pushed a slick finger into me.
“That’s good, right?”
“Yes.”
“Touch yourself while I do this, but do not come.”
I reached for my cock, working it slowly, then faster as he worked his finger in and out. I moved my hips, trying to take him deeper, needing more. I pumped my cock faster and harder, and precum dripped from my cock.
When I thought I couldn’t go on without coming, he took hold of my wrist and tugged on my hand. “No more touching. You’re ready for me now.” I couldn’t stop shifting my hips, lifting my cock, needing more, so much more. “You’re so fucking eager. So ready to be stuffed full of my cock.”
Why did I like it so much when he talked to me like that? I was already worried I’d come the second he was inside me. If he kept saying filthy things to me, I wasn’t going to even make it that long.
“If your arm wasn’t injured, I’d put you on all fours and have you fuck yourself on my fingers while I watched them disappear into your ass.”
“Lorenzo!” I wanted that. I wanted to try it when I was healed, but I wouldn’t be here then. At least I was here now.
“Remember to relax and keep breathing,” he said.
“I’m not sure I remember how.”
He smiled. “You will, but it’s going to take a little while. I’ll go slow at first, but you need this; you need to be fucked hard and deep.”
“God, Renzo.”
I liked him using my nickname. “Tell me, baby. Tell me what you need.”
“No. Please.”
“Yes. Tell me what you want, what you’re ready to beg for. You might be paying me for my protection, but you’re also getting what you’ve craved, what you’ve wanted for so long.”
My cheeks were burning with embarrassment.
“Tell me how you need this.”
“I do. Fuck, I do need this.”
“What do you need?”
“Lorenzo. Please don’t.”
He held my gaze, and I squirmed beneath him. “I… I need you to fuck me. I need you to use my ass.”
“Yes, you do. Who do you belong to now?”