“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 makeseverything 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, Iwelcome 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.
