Page 67 of The Last Vendetta

“And I need you,” he growled as he wrapped his arms around me tighter.

I clung to him. Keeping my hands over his shoulders and my left leg wrapped around his waist, I rode along with his quick roll.

He forced me onto my back, and I wasted not a second to reach for his shirt. I tugged it up, making him grunt when we broke our kiss. Without that layer of fabric hiding him, I reveled in the freedom to run my hands up his hard chest. Over his chest hair, along the ridges and dips of all his solid muscles. My touch spurred him to catch up, and as I pulled at the hem of my shirt, I lifted up to help him get it off.

“I need you more,” I said between panted breaths as he reached for my bra. I shoved at my skirt, wanting to be bare for him. Wanting to be open and ready for him. It felt wrong to allow any layers to remain between us.

Already, my pussy was wet. I felt the dampness on my panties, and I couldn’t wait to show him how much I’d yearned and ached for his touch there again.

Only him.

No man had ever felt me or entered me there.

And from the bottom of my heart, I wanted him to be my first and last.

My bra fell free, and the gritty growl that escaped his lips made me drip for him. Between the ache of my nipples and the tension banding so tight low in my stomach, I was so desperate that I became clumsy with my skirt. My fingers shook. My hands lost coordination.

I wasn’t the only impatient one. With a rough grunt, he lowered me on the bed and swatted my hands away. Taking over, he yanked my skirt and panties down. I writhed, moving my hips and legs to get them all the way off, and instead of losing contact with him, I framed his face and clung to him so I could kiss him as he went even lower.

First, he covered my breast with his mouth. His lips sealed to my flesh, and with my nipple fully sucked in, I keened and arched my back.

“You need me?” he teased as he switched to my other breast and did the same.

“Yes. Please, Renzo. Please.” I slid my fingers through his hair and held on tight to the soft, dark tresses. Keeping his head to my breasts ensured that the exquisite sensation of his lips and tongue wouldn’t stop. And he didn’t disappoint. Alternating between my breasts, he loved on me, pushing me close to an orgasm. But that wasn’t all.

He fingered me, sliding his digits into my pussy and stroking me with a steady, firm drag that drove me wild.

“I need you, too,” he said as he lifted his head from my nipples. They glistened from his saliva. Dusky pink and shiny with moisture, they stood as hard points. I wished he’d go right back to them, but he moved too fast.

He had something else in mind. Another first for me. As he lowered on the bed and hoisted my thighs over his shoulders, held as wide apart as he wanted them, I tried to prepare for the torture of his mouth on my pussy.

I cried out, fisting the sheets as he sealed his lips over my folds and swiped his tongue from my taint to my clit. He didn’t miss a spot, sliding his hard, soft tongue over my sensitive flesh. A filthy moan left his lips, and I felt the rumbling vibration from his naughty kiss there.

“Oh, fuck, Renzo,” I moaned, closing my eyes.

“Watch me.” He paused only to order me that. His mouth returned to my cunt, and as I stared at him, he ate me out with a ravenous appetite. Slurping. Sucking. Even nipping. He tortured my pussy with long licks. Then he funneled his tongue inside and coated his face with my cream.

When he moved his focus to my clit, I cried out over and over, lost in the drowning pressure to explode for him.

“You need me like this, Giulia?” he asked with a wicked glint of mischief in his eyes.

“Yes. Oh, my God. Yes, Renzo.” I panted and watched, turned on even more by maintaining eye contact.

He doubled down, making love to me with his mouth. Pushing his head up helped drive in the force of his touch, and I trembled with the need to come. “Please, Renzo.”

I would never stop begging for this man. And he seemed to know it, too.

He dragged his hands down my thighs until he cupped my ass cheeks. His grip was unforgiving. His nails bit into my flesh, and as he squeezed, parting my ass, it drove me wild. Holding me closer, he growled and ate at me until my orgasm burst through me.

I screamed, clenching my eyes tight as the bliss speared from my pussy to the rest of my blood. Satisfaction was swift and sweet, and as I floated on the high of coming, he lowered my legs and hurried to remove the rest of his clothes.

“I needed a taste, Giulia,” he rasped as he stood to the side of the bed.

I locked my gaze on his dick jutting straight out from the dark hair around the root of the shaft. Licking my lips, I fought through the fading waves of my orgasm and crawled toward him.

“Maybe I need one too,” I taunted.

Before I could do more than pump my fingers up and down his veined hardness a couple of times, he chuckled darkly and caught me in his arms.