His lips glistened with my juices, and I had the sudden urge to kiss him. On a whim, I lifted my head to do so, and he turned his head away. The snub stung. “You’ve just eaten my pussy, yet you can’t kiss me,” the words were out before I could stop.
“Kisses are reserved for people that mean something to someone, Zena and you’re just a challenge, correct?”
“Fuck you, Lorenzo,” I hissed.
“I’m about to.”
“What?” I stared at him, probably gaping like an idiot for starting this shit. “You’ve proved your point, you won.”
“But you’re still standing.” Rolling on the condom, he lavished me with a smirk I had the urge to rip out.
“Go fuck yourself.” The words barely left my mouth before he lifted my legs and slammed my back against the glass. Rolling his hips into mine, his rigid cock pressed against my pussy, and I couldn’t stop a moan from slipping out. If I wasn’t so tired, I would’ve fought him off or at least tried to.
The head of his cock nudged my entrance, and he nipped my chin, his hands firmly placed under my ass. This close to me, I could make out each distinct scent of him. The soap, aftershave, cologne, shampoo and even the bourbon he’d drank. I inhaled deeply, letting the blended fragrance fill my pores. My insides turned to liquid heat and arousal coated the insides of my thighs, sticky and wet in anticipation. Who was I kidding? I didn’t want to fight him off, I wanted him to fuck me.
He leaned back slightly, his fingers a tight grip on my ass cheeks. “This is where I’m supposed to ask if you’re sure you want this, correct?” I stared into eyes floating with unspeakable desires, death threats and broken promises and before I could respond, he said, “why bother, your cunt already said yes.”
With one hard, unbending thrust, he impaled me. I gasped. Pain blasted through my body and as fucked up as it sounded, with it came a flaming pleasure I wasn’t prepared for. Buried to the hilt, Lorenzo gave me no time to adjust to him, he withdrew and lunged back in almost immediately.
“Oh, God,” I cried out.
Unaccustomed to the feel of him stretching me to a point of pain, my body shuddered. I could do nothing but hold to the tie and let me sweep me off my feet both literally and figurately.
“See what happens when you challenge a dangerous man, Zena,” he growled in my ear as his rigid thrusts fucked me into silence. “Your feisty little cunt pays the price?”
I tried to respond, no words came, I was too busy focusing on not passing out. I couldn’t even breathe. My lungs consumed by his scent, my pussy possessed by his unyielding cock, my body gripped by pleasure I hadn’t felt before. Lorenzo might turn heads with just a look, but he fucked like the dark lord of hell itself, all fire, wrath and dominance. And that alone would make any woman want to be at his mercy.
I risked a glance at the rigid planes of his tanned features, fascinated by his clenched jaw, his brow steeped in concentration and his muscles rippling with strength. Even the sweat trickling down the side of his neck, glistened like the taunt of a thirst quencher and I had the sudden desire to lick his skin. But his firm hold on me gave me no room to move.
For just a second, he withdrew and instead of whimpering at the loss, I should’ve used that moment to recoup because when he plunged back in, hard and deep, his thrusts turned wilder, his grip tighter and his grunts louder. And prepared I wasn’t when he did it again. Pulled out and when he rammed back in, there was no warning. I cried out. My orgasm crashing against my core, ricocheting down my spine, spilling into every pore, and erupting in one quiver after another until I gasped for air.
Still, Lorenzo drove into me, his onslaught ruthless almost unforgiving and given the renewed euphoria visiting every inch of my heated skin, numbing every cell and tingling in every bone, I didn’t want him to. I closed my eyes, letting the pleasure consume me because if it didn’t, Lorenzo’s fucking would. The muscles strained in my arms from hanging onto the tie, in my thighs from being pummeled by this six-foot something of sin incarnate and in my ass from being gripped too tight. Yet, through it all the indulgence he fucked into me, one frenzied jab at a time, was hurtling me to a peak of oblivion, I didn’t want to miss. Only, I knew that once I reached that pinnacle, darkness would descend over me, and I prayed like hell my body wouldn’t betray me and give Lorenzo the satisfaction he sought before he could reach his climax.
Still, a niggle warned, he was a man who could probably fuck for hours, and that niggle turned into reality when my vision blurred, and I shut my eyes tights. White spots danced behind the lids. A feeling of weightlessness settled over me and I felt myself falling. I gave into it, barely aware of the harsh groan ripping from Lorenzo’s throat or the jerk of his cock filling the condom inside me. Darkness floated over me, and I surrendered, it was all I could do.
Chapter 18
