Page 47 of Love Him Like Water

“Then come here and take it,” he demanded, holding his cock at the base, then urging me closer.

There was a moment of uncertainty. But then he was rubbing the head of his cock between my lips, tapping my clit, then moving back down, pressing against me, just waiting for me to take him in.

“Come on,” he urged, fingers tightening on my hip. “Let me watch you take me in,” he demanded.

My body moved on instinct then, lowering down onto him, feeling him slide in, deliciously thick, pressing so deep it almost ached, this position changing the sensation entirely.

Renzo rumbled, his head falling back on the chair. “You look so fucking good taking it all,” he said, rocking his hips up into me until the need to move was so overpowering that I overcame any uncertainty, and listened to my body until I found the motion that felt best.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured as I rode him, reaching for the hem of my shirt, and pulling it up and off. My bra went next. And then his hands were on me, teasing, twisting, rolling, as my movements got faster, more desperate. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, burying his face between my breasts, taking a deep breath. “You feel so fucking good riding me.”

His lips were on me next. Sucking. Licking. Teeth grazing.

“That’s it,” he said, teasing my other nipple, then lifting his head as my moans got louder and louder, as my fingers dug into his arms. “Make yourself come around my cock,” he demanded, starting to thrust up into me a little harder.

The orgasm started to crest, making me cry out his name as the waves crashed through me over and over.

“Fuck,” Renzo groaned. “Fuck, that feels good,” he said, thrusting through it, then suddenly yanking me back and off of him, the loss of him a pang I didn’t quite understand as he came, the heat of his release spilling across my stomach and thigh.

I leaned forward, burying my face in his neck, not wanting this moment to end so quickly as it always seemed to. Just wanting to stay close with him for as long as he would allow me.

I was surprised how, after a short hesitation, his hands started to move over me. Drifting gently up and down my spine, over my hips, back up, massaging the back of my neck, then sifting into my hair. Before, finally, starting to rub little circles across my scalp.

“Keep making noises like that,” he said, making me aware of the little mewling sounds escaping me, “and I’m gonna have to fuck you again,” he said.

Like a warning.

But I kind of wanted it as a promise.

Because I was pretty sure I could never get enough of Renzo Lombardi fucking me.

The stupid alcohol still coursing through my bloodstream, though, had other ideas. And it wasn’t long before I started to drift in and out of consciousness, lulled by his soft touch, the warm strength of him below me, and his heartbeat against me.

“Let’s get you to bed, mouse,” he murmured, seeming to talk to himself, though, as his arms went around me, then he got to his feet.

My legs went around him, wrapping his lower back as he turned and walked through the apartment, then up the stairs.

“Gotta stop making such a mess of you,” he murmured what felt like forever later, teasing me out of a light sleep, to find him leaning over me, then wiping a warm washcloth over my belly and thigh.

“I don’t mind the mess,” I heard myself saying, words slow and thick with the vodka and sleep.

That little growling sound answered my words, though, and I had a feeling he liked what I had to say before he moved and disappeared into the bathroom.

I was out cold before the door even closed.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Renzo

I could barely fucking pay attention to the report one of my men was giving me as we stood on the street corner, the city lights bright around us, getting closer to morning than night now.

Another night I’d get home long after Lore had already gone to sleep.

What was it now? Three nights in a row?

Going home with a throbbing cock and aching balls, just wanting to sink inside of her, but not being able to make myself wake her up either.

No, I need you… here. The words were on an endless loop in my mind since the party where she’d finally decided to stop hiding away in her little nest and make herself known to my people. Please, please, she’d begged for my cock.

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