I take a shaky breath and squeeze my thighs together. I should probably be frightened, right? Or at least a little apprehensive? Instead, liquid heat courses through me, the unexpected rush of desire trickling down my spine and pooling between my legs.
“I want you here,” Renzo finally says, his voice deep and gravelly. He removes one hand from its position next to my head, then trails his rough fingertips across my jaw and down my neck. “I want it too much,” he growls, wrapping his hand lightly around my throat.
Holy hell, I’m so close to the edge, and he’s barely touched me.
“Wh-what do you mean?” I whisper.
Renzo brushes his thumb against my pulse point, making me squirm. He inhales sharply and grits his teeth, but I don’t think he’s angry. Could he possibly be as turned on as I am?
“I shouldn’t want you the way I do,” he grits out. “I shouldn’t be this obsessed. You threaten my sense of control, Jaylin.” The raw honesty of his answer takes me by surprise.
“I don’t mean to,” I whisper.
“I know.” Renzo pulls me forward with his hand around my neck, his lips grazing my temple and then the shell of my ear. “That’s how potent you are. You don’t even have to try.”
I shiver at his words, dripping in desire. “Renzo…”
His lips meet mine, tentatively at first, like I’m some forbidden fruit. Once he has a taste, Renzo growls and demands more, his tongue seeking entry. I gasp and fall into his kiss, overwhelmed by the primal need behind each eager stroke of his tongue.
Renzo groans, the sound almost painful as he rests his forehead on mine. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, matching my own.
“Are… we going to…?” My awkward, stuttered question makes me blush furiously. Why did I say that? Why couldn’t I just live in the moment and be thankful for the attention Renzo is giving me?
“Am I going to fuck you?” he growls. Renzo’s jaw clenches, and his muscles ripple with tension. “Would you like that, little girl?”
I bite my bottom lip, considering his question.
“Don’t answer that,” he commands. “I won’t be able to hold back if you say yes.”
“But…”
My hands crawl up his chest, and I fist the collar of his pristine white shirt, tugging him closer. Renzo responds by lifting me and spinning me around. I gasp at the sudden motion, feeling a bit dizzy until Renzo places his hands on my hips and guides me to sit on his lap so my back is pressed against his front.
“You feel so damn good, angel,” he rasps into the shell of my ear. “Every inch of you was made for me. You’re perfect.”
Renzo gathers my long hair to one side, exposing my bare shoulder. He nips and licks a path across my shoulder and up my neck as his hands explore every curve of my body. I roll my hips when he squeezes my breast, a whimper escaping my lips as he pinches the aching peak of my nipple.
“M-more,” I plead, arching my back to press my chest further into his large, capable hands.
“I’m not going to fuck you today,” Renzo says, though it sounds like he’s saying the words through gritted teeth. Do I really have that much power over him? I guess he told me as much, but it’s a lot to take in. “But I can give you what you need.”
I nod eagerly, though I’m not sure what he’s talking about. It doesn’t matter. I know I’ll like anything this man does to me.
Renzo angles his hips so I can feel his hot, throbbing length beneath my ass. He grinds his thick cock against me as I melt into his embrace. I might threaten his sense of control, but I’m still at his mercy in this moment.
One hand cups my breast while the other strokes the inside of my thighs, coaxing me to open up for him. I part my legs, but apparently, not enough. Renzo grips my thighs in his hands and wrenches my legs apart, leaving my embarrassingly soaking wet panties exposed.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I can smell how much you need me.”
Heat rises to my cheeks, and I wonder if he’s grossed out. My doubts fly apart when he grazes his fingers over the wet fabric, pressing and rubbing it against my swollen and sensitive clit.
“Love how wet you are, Jaylin. So damn responsive. Is this all for me?”
I can’t do anything except nod and gasp for air.
Renzo plays with the waistband of my panties, his fingers dancing along the edge before slipping inside. He cups my pussy in a possessive hold, and I tremble in his hands, more of my arousal coating his thick, warm fingers.
“When you’re ready, I’m going to fuck this soaking wet, tight virgin cunt,” he snarls into the side of my neck before sucking my pulse point.
