Page 82 of Lourdes & the Mafia
But when I’m with them, I feel like I can be more.
He pulls his lips from mine and I gulp air down. He’s still holding himself above me, pressing down ever so slightly, my waist only pinned a fraction by his own. I can feel the hardness of his dick against me and I grind against him, lifting my hips to find the friction I desperately need.
He pulls away and when I try to yank him back down, he resists, making me freeze.
“Amore,” he breathes harshly.
He doesn’t say anything after that. He merely stares, and I start to feel self conscious. I know I didn’t read things wrong between us, not with all his insinuations, but maybe he’s changed his mind…
Finally, he digs his nails into my waist. “Lift up,” he orders. My hips move of their own volition, my body wriggling so I’m further up on the mattress. Lorenzo follows. As soon as I’m leaning up against the mound of pillows, Lorenzo reaches past my head, grabbing a small one in his fist and bringing it in between us.
“Lift your hips, Amore,” he whispers.
I obey, our eyes never once leaving one another as he sets the pillow beneath my waist, elevating me slightly.
Once I settle back, he smiles, running his hands down the sides of my legs. “Good girl.”
The praise shoots straight through me and I bite down hard on my lip.
When he reaches the hem of my dress, he begins hiking it up. The slow trek of the fabric up the length of my legs feels torturous. A brutal suffering that doesn’t end until he shoves the material past my waist, baring my panties to the air.
He stares down at the flimsy scrap of lacey fabric like it holds the secrets to the universe.
A guttural word leaves his lips, one that sounds a lot like some demonic curse. Holding himself up by the palm of his hand against the mattress, he uses the other to grasp at the waistband of the panties. He tugs, yanking the material upwards.
It pulls against the lips of my pussy, the suddenness of the action making me cry out in a brief moment of discomfort before the sensation eases as the fabric cuts against my clit like a dark promise.
He pulls it back down, a malicious smile on his lips. It’s like a dark mask has been placed over the sweet Lorenzo I’ve come to know and there’s someone else in his place. The longer I stare, the more different he becomes.
Other.
His eyes glow like flames live within their depths and shadows cloud around him like an aura. Shadows that materialize on him, starting at the forehead. Two stumps that suddenly elongate into sharply pointed horns, and just over his shoulder, a pointed tail appears, swishing from side to side.
Holy fucking shit.
My eyes are wide as I take in this new form of his demonic self. I’m not afraid. I’m in fucking awe. I can’t stop staring at the protrusions of black horns on his head, the base of them studded with what look like black diamonds all the way up to the tips.
My breathing goes faster and he yanks my panties up again, mingling pain against my pussy and pleasure against my clit with every hard pull of fabric.
“Are you afraid of me, Amore?”
He tugs on the panties harder.
“No.” Then to prove to him that I mean what I say, my hands lift in curiosity, closing around the base of those dark horns. They’re hard like bone, with cold cutting through them and against my palms.
I rub my hands up and down them, the movements slow, mimicking a hand job. And every swiping pass of my hand, Lorenzo groans and yanks harder, moving his hips against empty air.
So I work his horns faster and faster, putting varying degrees of pressure against him until a strangled growl rips from his mouth. He pulls away from me, snarling, and there’s ariiiipas the panties are snatched from my skin and torn to shreds.
I look down and notice for the first time that each one of those deliciously long fingers are tipped with black talons.
“Enough.” He lifts himself back up. His teeth have elongated a fraction and he darts his tongue out and I catch sight of a forked tip. “I am going to eat this pussy now.”
And he bends and dives between my legs.
Lorenzo
Inevermeantformy true form to make an appearance. I never meant for the veil that hid my true self from the world to rip away. But with Lourdes, I’ve lost all semblance of control. Her scent put me in a frenzy, had my body trembling until I couldn’t hold onto the magic of glamor any longer.
