Page 28 of Reckless Games

Angela's nails grazed my skin as her hips moved instinctively against my touch. I slipped one finger inside her, feeling her tighten around me, her response immediate and intense. Her moans grew louder, and I added another finger, moving them in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had her trembling beneath me.

I broke our kiss, trailing my lips down her neck, leaving a path of heated kisses as I went. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as she gasped for breath. "Lorenzo," she whispered, her voice a desperate plea.

"Shh, Angel," I murmured against her skin, my voice rough. "I've got you." I kissed my way down her body, my fingers never ceasing their rhythm. When I reached the hem of her dress, I paused, looking up at her for permission. “There’s no going back after this, Angel. Once you give yourself to me, you’ve signed your life to mine,” she nodded, her eyes dark with need, and I slowly lifted the dress over her head, revealing her in all her beauty. I took a moment to admire her, my breath catching at the sight of her flushed skin and heaving chest. She wasn’t wearing any bra. Her breasts were the perfect size for my hands to hold on to.

With a growl of need, I lowered myself between her legs, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh before my mouth found herheat. Her cry of pleasure was like a spark to dry tinder, igniting a fire within me. I licked and sucked, my fingers still working inside her, until she was writhing beneath me, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

When I felt her nearing the edge, I pulled back, earning a whimper of protest from her. “You’ll cum when I’m inside you!” I latched onto her gorgeous breasts, giving attention to both one after the other, altering between pulling, sucking, biting, and lapping on her nipples.

I quickly shed my clothes, my eyes never leaving hers as I positioned myself over her I paused, my breath catching. I needed to know. "Angela," I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Have you ever done this before?"

Her cheeks flushed, and she shook her head in embarrassment. "No, I haven't."

Her answer sent a thrill through me—the realization that I would be the first to have her like this—her innocence igniting an even deeper desire. "You're mine, Angela," I whispered, my voice rough with emotion. "And I'll be theonlyone to ever have you like this."

I quickly reached for a condom from the bedside drawer, putting it on with practiced ease. I positioned myself at her entrance, my heart pounding with a mix of desire and a need to be gentle. "I'll go slow," I promised, my eyes locked on hers. "Tell me if it's too much." She nodded. With a slow thrust, I entered her, feeling her body stretch and accommodate me. Tears slipped down the corner of her eyes as her cry of pleasure and slight discomfort echoed in the room, and I paused, giving her time to adjust.

“You can continue now,” she said softly. We moved together, my thrusts gentle and controlled, wanting to make this first time as special as possible for her. Although I could not ignore the temptation of my beast wanting to hammer into herand tear her pussy apart. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her breaths coming in short, heated gasps as she grew accustomed to the sensation.

As the intensity between us built, I deepened our rhythm, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. Each thrust brought us closer, the connection between us growing stronger with every passing moment, and my thrusts became harder. "Fuck! Angela, you are my personal heaven," I groaned, my voice filled with need. "Look how perfectly your pussy accommodates me, as if crafted for only me! So tight, and so fucking amazing.”

“Ah! Enzo!” She screamed in pleasure, sending me over the moon at the nickname she called me. “Faster!”

“That’s right, my girl! Let everyone know who’s taking you. Who’s fucking you like the good girl you are!” I gritted while increasing my pace. “I can't hold back much longer."

"Don't," she whispered, her voice a breathless plea. "Please, Enzo, don't."

With a final, powerful thrust, we both went over the edge, our cries of pleasure mingling in the air as we found our release together. I held her tightly, feeling her shudder beneath me as waves of pleasure washed over us. Never in my life had I ever cummed that hard. Ever. This feeling with Angela was pure bliss. And I knew, in that moment I had signed my life and myself to her in every way.

For a long moment, we stayed like that, our bodies still entwined, our breaths mingling as we came down from the heights of our passion. I gently pulled out of her, disposing of the condom quickly before rolling to the side and pulling her into my arms. She nestled against me, her head resting on my chest, and I pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"You're mine, Angela," I whispered, my voice filled with possessive tenderness. "And I'm yours."

She looked up at me, her eyes soft and filled with emotion. "Yes," she whispered. "I'm yours, Lorenzo."

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Chapter 15

Angela

I slowly woke up from a light nap, feeling the warmth of Lorenzo's body wrapped around mine. The afternoon light streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. I lay still for a moment, savoring the feeling of his arms around me and the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath my hand.

I found myself gazing up at Lorenzo's face. It was peaceful, almost vulnerable in sleep. I could not resist the urge to trace my fingers along his features, memorizing every line and curve. His strong jawline, the slight stubble that grazed my skin, the way his dark lashes fanned out against his cheeks.

My thoughts drifted back to the moments we had shared just hours ago. The way he had looked at me, the tender yet possessive way he had touched me. It was more than just physical; it was a deep, emotional bond that seemed to have been forged in those moments of intimacy.

My fingers traced his lips, recalling how they had felt against mine and the way they had moved with such passion. I felt a shiver of pleasure at the memory, my body still humming with the aftermath of our session. It had been my first time, and I could not have imagined it being more special. Lorenzo had been attentive, patient, and so incredibly gentle, making sure I was comfortable and cared for every step of the way. It was almosta surprise that a man so intense and rough like him could be so gentle with me.

“I know I’m handsome.” Lorenzo stirred slightly, taking me by surprise as his eyes slowly opened to meet mine. A slow smile spread across his face, and he reached up to cup my cheek. "Good morning, Angel," he murmured, his voice still husky with sleep. And that was how I finally experienced what I have only ever read in cheesy romance books about having butterflies in your stomach.

"Good morning," I replied softly, my heart swelling with affection as I leaned into his touch.

He pulled me closer, pressing a tender kiss on my forehead. "Did you sleep well?"

I nodded, a smile tugging at my lips. "I did. I was just thinking about... earlier." His eyes darkened with a mix of desire and tenderness.

"You were incredible, Angela. You made me feel things I didn't think were possible." I felt a blush rise to my cheeks at his words, my heart racing with the intensity of my emotions. He rolled us over so that he was hovering above me, his eyes locked on mine. "You're special to me. More than you'll ever know."

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