Page 109 of Broken Deal

He nips at my earlobe, his voice low and rough, sending a new wave of shivers down my spine. “You already have all of me, Blue,” he whispers, his words dripping with hunger. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks, my face burning with the intensity of my desire. I don’t hesitate, my need too overwhelming to care. “I want to ride your cock, and I want you to fuck me good and hard.”

His throat flexes with a groan, the sound raw and full of lust. His hands grip my waist, and before I know it, he flips me over, placing me on top of him. I’m straddling his hips, and my core tightens at the feel of his erection pressed against me. He lifts his hips slightly and I take off his boxer briefs in one swift motion. I grip the base of his cock, centering it at my entrance, and start to sink down, a low moan escaping my lips as I continue to slowly take him in.

He brushes the hair out of my face then slides his hand down to my throat, gripping it just tight enough as he pulls me closer, our lips barely touching. “I want you to take every goddamn inch and ride my cock. Take it all, baby. I’m all yours.”

His filthy words push me over the edge, and without a second thought, I sink down, taking all of him. “I’m so full,” I moan against his lips, my breath shaky and desperate.

He shuts his eyes, breathing heavily through his nose. “You’re such a good girl, taking all of me. Letting my cock fill this perfect pussy,” he whispers, his voice thick with need.

I kiss him hard, my hips grinding slowly at first as I adjust to his size and stretch around him. The friction is electric, and my body tingles with every motion. Once I’m comfortable, I plant my feet on the bed, hands pressedfirmly on his chest, and start riding him harder, sliding all the way out only to sink back in deep, over and over. The wet slap of my ass meeting his skin echoes through the room, mixing with our breathless moans. Every sound lights me up, pushing me to move faster, harder, chasing that high.

Lorenzo grabs my waist, holding me in place. “Give me a second.” He brings me closer, pressing his forehead against mine. “You feel too fucking good. I’m going to come if you keep going.”

I smirk, brushing my fingertips through his hair before biting his lip teasingly. “Come on, Ace. Don’t quit on me now. I need you to fuck me hard.”

His eyes flash with hunger as he wraps his arms around me and lifts me then slams me down onto his throbbing cock without any warning. The pace he sets is brutal, his thrusts rough and punishing. “Is this what you want?” He grunts in my ear. “For me to fuck you good and hard until my cum’s leaking down your thighs?”

“Yes, please,” I beg, my pussy tightening around him at his words.

He hums with a dark chuckle. “Your cunt is so needy for it, isn’t it?” he growls, fucking me even harder, his balls slapping against my soaked pussy with every smooth thrust as my moans fill the room until I’m begging him not to stop.

“Eyes on me, Blue,” he commands, his voice rough and full of authority. “Let me see your pretty face while my cock fills you up.”

My eyes lock on his, even though it’s hard to keep them open with how perfectly he’s hitting that spot inside me. My lashes flutter, and he grips my cheeks between his fingers, forcing my gaze back to him while he continues to fuck me without mercy. “I said look at me.”

I obey, my eyes roaming over every inch of his face—hisfurrowed brows, the heat in his glassy eyes, the way his lips part as he watches me. Seeing him so lost in pleasure, so raw and full of desire, sends me spiraling. My climax starts to build quickly, climbing higher with every wild thrust.

“I’m gonna come,” I gasp, my eyes glued to his in a silent plea, the edge so close I can’t think straight.

He bites his lip, his grip tightening on me. “That’s it, pretty girl. Milk my cock and make a mess, baby,please,” he begs through a low guttural moan, slamming into me with one final thrust that sends me tumbling over the edge. My orgasm rips through me, my pussy clenching and fluttering around him as his cock swells and spills deep inside of me.

We ride it out together, moaning through the intensity of our release, our bodies moving in perfect sync, lost in the bliss of each other.

He slips out of me, kissing the top of my head. “Stay right here.”

I mumble an “okay” and close my eyes, trying to catch my breath.

A few minutes later, Lorenzo returns from the bathroom with a warm washcloth. When I go to reach for it, he stops me. “Let me,” he says softly.

I simply nod, and he quietly cleans me as I just stare at him, my heart filling with so much emotion, I don't know what to do with it.

Once we’re clean and settled under the covers, he pulls me close, pressing his body against mine, his warmth wrapping around me like a blanket of calm. Lorenzo rests his chin gently on top of my head as my hand drifts over his, fingers tracing the lines of his skin as we cuddle in comfortable silence. The peace he brings me feels like home, and my heart flutters with so much love, it feels impossible to keep it inside much longer.

Those three little words hover on the edge of my lips, but something holds me back. It’s not because Lorenzo doesn’t deserve to hear them. He does, more than anyone. But there’s a small, insecure part of me that’s still afraid, still wondering if saying it will make things too real, too vulnerable.

So, instead, I stay in his arms, letting the words linger on the tip of my tongue, unspoken. Maybe soon I’ll find the courage to let the words slip out, but for now, I hold on to this—us, together, in this quiet moment that says more than any words ever could.

You’d think having a combined bachelor and bachelorette party would be boring, but the guys have forced Damian to take one too many shots, and it’s the first time I’ve seen him genuinely smile. It was unsettling at first—still is. I mean, Damian andfundon’t exactly go hand in hand. But here he is, laughing with a glass in his hand, and I can’t lie—it’s kind of nice to see him loosen up for once. Hopefully, when he marries my best friend, he’ll be able to remove the permanent stick he has stuck in his ass.

Isabella, on the other hand, has been another interesting development. The pressure of being near Matteo must’ve gotten to her, because she’s been drinking herself into oblivion. And to my surprise, she’s actually fun when drunk. She’s been dancing, laughing, and forcing me to take shots with her. Most of the time, I sneakily toss them into a nearby bush when she’s not looking, because, well, someone’s got to keep her tamed, right? It’s hilarious to think I’m the responsible one tonight. Who would’ve thought?

I glance at Matteo, who’s been trying—and miserablyfailing—to avoid her all night. He looks like he’s locked in an internal battle—either step in to help or stay as far away as humanly possible. Judging by the glares he keeps sending in her direction, he’s leaning toward the latter.

After dinner and hopping into a few casinos, we ended at a club—because we girls insisted we wanted to go dancing. And if there’s something we know by now, the guys are incapable of saying no to us. It’s around one in the morning, and Lorenzo and I have been exchanging looks all night, silently plotting our escape. But before we can act on it, Aria catches us.

“No!” Aria shrieks, cutting through the music as she points a finger at me. “Stop looking at each other like that! You”—she jabs her finger in my direction—“are not leaving. No, ma’am. You guys ditched dinner last night, this is not happening again.” She shakes her head adamantly.

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