The pad of his finger brushes across my clit before backing away. He draws lazy circles around my sensitive bud, but doesn’ttouch it again. I try angling my hips to get him right where I need him, but Renzo simply chuckles as he continues his torture.
“So impatient.” His deep, scratchy voice vibrates through me, making everything ache for more of his touch. Finally, Renzo gives in to my silent demand, rubbing tight circles over my clit until I’m shaking with the need for release. “That’s it, angel. So fucking hot. Feel that? Feel what I can do with just my fingers?”
“Y-yes,”I breathe out.
Renzo hums in approval, then dips his finger into my pulsing entrance. “Jesus,” he growls. “You’re gonna feel incredible wrapped around my cock.”
I whimper and thrust against his hand, shoving his finger deeper inside of me. Renzo responds by adding a second finger and curling them up, rubbing against some ultra-sensitive, hidden spot.
“Oh!” I exclaim, letting out a shamefully wanton moan.
“I can’t believe I’m the first person to touch you like this, to feel your pussy try to suck me in. I’m gonna stretch you out and fill you up, molding you to fit perfectly around my big dick, baby. It’ll only ever be me, understand? I’m the first, last, and only man who gets to see you like this and feel your slick, sticky cum.”
His filthy words paint a vivid picture in my mind, heightening my arousal as I imagine our naked bodies entwined.
“Renzo,” I gasp. “I’m…”
The pressure swirls and builds deep in my core, each pump of his thick digits winding me up more and more.
“Fuck, I feel you. Squeezing me so damn tight. You want to come so bad, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I don’t hesitate to answer. My body is humming with a sweet, sharp ache, my muscles pulled tight as I suck in a breath and slam my eyes shut.
Renzo growls, the sound dark and rattling in his chest. His lips tickle the shell of my ear, his hot breath adding to the symphony of sensations building up, up, up…
“Do it,” he commands. “Come for me. Come so damn hard.”
I break apart at his words, everything in me pulsing and expanding outward. Renzo pins me in place with one hand spread out over my stomach while the other continues to thrust, rub, tap, and grind against my convulsing cunt, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.
“Harder, Jaylin. Come harder. I know you can do it.”
My cries carve through the silent room, bouncing off the walls and joining our heavy, labored breathing. My thighs snap shut, trapping Renzo’s hand. He doesn’t seem to mind. With a flick of his wrist, another wave of nearly unbearable bliss slams into me, and I let out a strangled scream, almost afraid I might not survive.
“I’ve got you,” Renzo reassures me, somehow reading my mind. I deflate against his chest, trembling and lightheaded from the intensity of my combined orgasms. “You did so good, baby,” he praises.
Slowly, regrettably, Renzo removes his hand from my panties. He brings his fingers up to my bare shoulder, wiping my release over my skin. Renzo blows cold air over the wet spot, the sensation in such contrast to my overheated flesh. He licks away my cum, growling at the taste.
“Next time, I’ll get it straight from the source,” he promises.
Before I can reply, his phone rings, startling both of us.
“Shit,” Renzo mutters, gently depositing me on the couch next to him. My body is limp, and I can’t do anything except sink into the cushions. He looks at his phone, then at my blissed-out face. I know what he’s going to say before the words leave his mouth. “I’m sorry, I have to take this.”
I nod, trying not to let my disappointment show. He sees it anyway, because of course he does.
“I won’t be long. Just relax, lie down, and rest in front of the fireplace. I’ll be back soon.” He kisses my cheeks and forehead, then stands and adjusts his intimidating length. Renzo winks at me when he sees me staring.
He slips out of the room as quietly as he entered, leaving me breathless and boneless on the couch.
5
RENZO
“Boss. Hey, Boss. Wake up.”
I groan and pry my eyes open, instantly regretting it. Sunlight floods my vision, making me squint as a headache pounds against my temples.
“Sorry, Boss,” Mario says, taking a step back. “I know we had a long night and you’re tired. But your phone has been ringing for a while now.”
