Page 9 of Unrelenting
My heart rate picks up a notch as Lorenzo steps closer, grabs my ankles and yanks me closer to the edge of the table.
“Lie down, arms over your head.”
I immediately obey, lying flat and raising my arms above me.
Lorenzo casts an appreciative glance over my prone body. I brace for him to plow into me once more, but he doesn’t. Instead, he sinks to his knees.
Parting my legs farther, he dives right in to taste me. I squeal as he flicks his tongue out to lap up my juices, then drags it along the length of my feminine slit.
Past lovers have gone down on me, but it was always with thinly veiled reluctance, like it was something they felt they had to get out of the way before fucking me.
Lorenzo doesn’t treat it as a chore he has to check off a list. His enthusiasm for the task is apparent. With each stroke of his tongue along my pussy, he hums with satisfaction.
I clench my fists as he pushes two long, thick fingers inside me and fucks me with them while he laps at my clit.
What he’s doing is already divine, but then he curls his fingers in search of my G-spot. He finds it with practiced ease and glides his fingers back and forth over that sensitive flesh.
There’s nothing I can do to hold back the swell of pleasure inside me. My body acts of its own accord as I’m gripped by intense sensations. My hips lift off the table, so Lorenzo splays ahand across my abdomen to hold me in place as he continues to inflict sensual torture upon me.
When I clamp my legs around his head, he growls, and I release my grip.
Suddenly, he gets to his feet, but he keeps his fingers inside me. He watches me, his expression dark.
“Come for me, Lucia. Show me you’re mine.”
It shouldn’t be possible to make my body climax on demand, but his insistent tone and blatant desire to own me triggers a detonation at my core.
My womb spasms, the ripples spreading out to every part of my body.
“Lorenzo!” I scream as a gush of fluid rushes from my drenched pussy to coat his fingers.
“Good girl,” he coos. Withdrawing his fingers, he brings them to my lips. “Suck them clean.”
Obediently, I open my mouth, and he shoves his fingers inside, deep enough to make me gag.
I grab his wrist, not to pull him away, but to anchor myself as I breathe deeply, regaining control of myself. I suck my juices off his fingers, licking between them to catch every drop.
Lorenzo slides his fingers slowly out of my mouth. He steps between my legs and gets in position.
“Next time I’ll make you choke on my cock.” He thrusts into me with such force I arch up off the table in shock. “But tonight I’m feeling generous.”
There’s no point in saying there won’t be a next time. I already know Lorenzo won’t settle for one night. His possessive grip on my thighs, the way he takes my body as if he has every right to it, tell me this isn’t a one-off.
The thought both thrills and scares me, but I have to admit I also want more.
As he fucks me, he puts one hand beneath my ass and lifts me off the table. The new angle creates delicious friction. He cups my breast with his other hand and plays with the taut nipple, flicking his thumb over it and sending a ripple of pleasure through me.
His eyes never stray from mine. They’re a stunning shade of blue. The depth of feeling in them is so intense, it reaches deep inside me, to my very soul.
Sensations so powerful I could burst take hold of me as Lorenzo ruthlessly demonstrates his mastery over my body.
It’s as if we’ve known each other for years, as if he’s had the time to study me and work out what I like.
But it’s not long-term intimacy that drives his understanding of what makes me tick. It’s perfectly honed instinct.
Lorenzo pulls his hand away from my breast and brings it down hard on my outer thigh.
Shock and pain reverberate through me and then, to my surprise, twist into something dark and erotic.
