Page 57 of Broken Deal

“Mmm,” I hum, and as I keep kissing and nipping her neck, my other hand travels to the curve of her breast, using my thumb to caress and trace it. “And why is that an issue?”

When a beat passes and I don’t hear anything come out of her mouth, I stop abruptly and take a step back. This wins me a groan, pulling yet another triumphant smile from me. I bet this has to be frustrating for her. She has a naturally challenging personality and doesn’t like being told what to do. Unfortunately for her, I hold all the cards right now. While she doesn’t realize this yet, I’m doing this for her own good. Not only that—but in this room, she will listen to me and do what I ask of her. That much I can guarantee.

I gulp, my eyes finding hers. I hope she can see the sincerity in them. “If you tell me what’s going on inside that head of yours, I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

I barely recognize myself in this moment. The talking and the listening? That’s not me. I’m more of alet me fuck your brains out until neither of us can speakkind of guy. With her, though, I want to listen. I want her to open up to me, to give me an insight into her life. Something about her calls tome. This unfamiliar pull—the need to wantmorefrom her. To stay close and actually care for her.

Get real. Taking care of someone is the last thing you’re capable of.

It doesn’t mean I want it any less. Even when the thought in itself is laughable.

“Okay,” she replies, frantically nodding and taking a few steps back. “I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” she murmurs, more to herself than me. She takes a deep breath and says, “My mom, she’s sick…” Her eyes, glimmering with doubt, find mine.

I nod at her to continue. I know she doesn’t feel comfortable, but this is a good thing. She’ll feel so much better afterward.

“She suffers from pretty bad anxiety. She needs help with a lot of things, like going to the grocery store and doctor’s appointments. Mostly day-to-day stuff. This is why I work atVogue Eliteand—” She waves her hand dismissively. “That’s beside the point.” She sighs.

And what?The question is almost at the tip of my tongue. Something tells me this is also important. But she’s getting her groove now, and I don’t want to interrupt.

“I work there because it pays enough to allow me to provide for her so she can have a comfortable life. And my sister, well, she’s not easy. Never has been.” She laughs humorlessly. “I’ve always had to clean up her messes, and she takes advantage of me. Mostly because I let her, and because I don’t want my mother to know the kind of person she is.” She’s talking a million miles per hour now, pacing back and forth. “Every time she reappears in our lives, something bad inevitably happens. I’m drowning in the uncertainty of things right now, and I just can’t. I can’t anymore.” She stops talking abruptly and eats the distancebetween us in a few quick strides. Her eyes find mine as she places a hand on my chest, and the touch is so unbelievably electric, it rattles something in me. “My life is a mess, Lorenzo. All I do is think and control, stress and worry. Foronenight, I want to let go. So,please,” she begs weakly. “Can you make me feel good now?”

How can I say no when she looks at me like I hold the answer to all of her problems? She has no idea how badly I’ve wanted to drop to my goddamn knees and worship her the way she deserves.

The vulnerability in her voice tugs deep at my chest, but what tugs even deeper is how proud I feel of her for being honest.

I collide my lips with hers in a soft, exploratory kiss. I want to savor every stolen moment from her, because I know after this night, everything will go back to normal. In the meantime, I will relish in the feel of her sweet, soft lips on mine, and the way our tongues meet and study each other’s mouth. My hands travel to her back, and I unclip her bra, letting it fall to the floor. I grab one of her breasts and squeeze, and a husky groan comes out of me, which she eagerly swallows with her intoxicating kisses. My hand is a perfect fucking fit for them, and that makes me entirely too happy. When we fucked at the club, there wasn’t much time for anything, it was a quickie and move on. Yesterday was even quicker, and I didn’t get to see much of her. But now that I have her here in front of me, I’m determined to touch and admire every inch. My hand starts to travel south, making sure to touch her smooth, tanned skin. Arriving at her underwear, I play with the waistband as my mouth drops kisses from her lips to the column of her neck. I keep my kisses slow and deliberate until I arrive at her breasts, take one of her nipples, and slip it inside my mouth.Flicking my tongue back and forth at a punishing, taunting pace. She moans, her hand reaching the back of my head and fisting my hair hard as she arches her back, seeking more friction.

I grab her by the waist, and we fall onto the bed, my mouth still lapping at her perfect, round peak. Her smooth skin tastes so sweet, I could savor her for hours. I graze her nipple with my teeth, winning me another delicious moan as her skin starts to break into goosebumps. My mouth starts traveling down, kissing her ribcage and abdomen until I arrive where I have been dying to fucking drown. Her underwear is see-through due to the dampness, and it clings to her lips, giving me a perfect view of her glistening pussy. She’s so incredibly wet, her arousal runs down her inner thighs, making her skin glisten.

I tsk, tilting my head. “Look at you. All wet and ready for me, making a mess already.” I lick my lips eagerly. “I think I should clean you up a little, don’t you think?” I dart my tongue out and lick her inner thigh, where some of her arousal is, a gravelly groan escaping me at the delicious taste. “So goddamn sweet, I can’t wait to get my mouth on that tight little pussy and get my fill. I’m fucking starving for you, Blue.”

She props herself up on her elbows on the bed, her dilated eyes staring at me, burning me. I relish in the intensity of her blue gaze. It’s quickly become my undoing, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Without breaking contact, I suck her clit through her underwear. The fraction of the fabric and my lips must feel good, because she clenches her thighs around my head as one of her hands reaches out and fists my hair, locking me in place.

“You trying to drown me, Blue?” I mumble with a laugh.

“Yeah,” she replies, unapologetically. “You said you werestarving, thought I’d help. Because I’m desperate to grind on your face. Got a problem with that, Ace?” she asks, raising an eyebrow playfully.

The mouth on this girl, I swear. I am going to shut her up with my cock one of these days.

There’s not going to be a repeat. Remember?

That seems less likely with every second that passes.

In one swift motion, I push her underwear to the side, exposing her bare, glistening lips. “Not a problem as long as you let me feast on this pretty cunt of yours,” I reply huskily, wrapping her legs around my shoulders and tugging her ass to the edge of the bed.

Without giving her a chance to give me another witty comeback, I lick her center in one fell swoop, and it’s a miracle I don’t come at the feel of my tongue against her delicious slit.Fuck. It was a mistake to do this, because now that I’ve gotten a full taste, there’s no turning back. She lets out a throaty moan, the sound going straight to my dick. It’s so painfully hard and stiff, the lightest friction from my wet jeans hurts. She falls back onto the bed, one hand on top of her mouth to quiet her moans, the other one still fisting my hair. And she’s not gentle about it either, but the painful sensation feels too good. Knowing she’s using me for her pleasure and being unapologetic about it makes me want to make her feel more than good. I want her to reach the stars and come back. Give her the orgasm of her fucking life.

I push her hand away from her mouth as I bite her inner thigh playfully. “Did I tell you to be quiet?”

“Who knew you liked them loud?” she retorts, but her words have no bite. She’s enjoying this as much as I am.

“No.” I shake my head. “I likeyouloud,” I growl, sliding two of my fingers inside of her. “Now be a good girl and playwith your tits while I feast on this delicious pussy. If you stop, I stop.Got it?”

She nods frantically, her eyes rolling back.

Not good enough.

I curl my fingers, finding the sensitive spot, the touch driving her wild. “Use your words, Bella?2.”

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