Page 58 of Broken Deal

“Yes,” she hisses through gritted teeth. “Got it.”

“That’s my girl,” I say gravelly, smiling triumphantly. I flick her clit with my tongue as I start fingering her. Her pussy is gripping my digits eagerly, and I growl as I keep feasting on her. The more of her taste I get, the more I want. I lap at her lips eagerly then suck her clit over and over, like the desperate, thirsty man that I am. The sound of my lips closing around the sensitive bud and sucking is straight upfilthy, making me more excited. I keep fingering relentlessly, not stopping for even one second, enjoying how the sound of her wetness fills the room. If my cock feels a fraction of what my fingers are feeling right now, I would simply come right then and there.

She moans loudly, arching her back and rolling her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. All I can do is admire her flushed face, her damp hair, and the way her lips are parted, moan after moan escaping her. I’m fueled by her sound and by the way she tugs at my hair, so desperate and greedy. I graze her clit with my teeth, and she pulses and clenches around my fingers.

“Please don’t stop,” she begs, still tugging my hair like her life depends on it while riding my face. “It feels too good.”

If only she knew I couldn’t stop even if Ifucking tried. With every thrust of my fingers and every lick, I grow more and more obsessed with her.

I curl my fingers, seeking her sensitive spot as I continue to alternate between sucking and flicking her clit up and down. The combination of the two drives her crazy, just the way I want it, and her moans become a sweet symphony. My girl is loud, and the sounds make me eager to get more out of her.

I look up, finding her hand nowhere near her peaked nipples anymore. “Did I tell you to stop touching yourself?” I growl. “If you stop again, I will bend you over my fucking knee and smack your ass until all you can see and feel is my handprint.”

Her thighs clench around me at my words as she shuts her eyes with a tight nod and starts playing with her nipples again. I keep thrusting my fingers into her, hard and fast, touching her sensitive spot at a relentless pace. Her walls start to grip my fingers, and it’s hard to keep up with the punishing pace as her body signals how close she is to orgasm. Wanting nothing more than to get a heady taste of her, I latch on her clit with my mouth one last time, sucking it hard.

“Lorenzo!” she cries out, and I almost lose control right there, just from the sound of her voice calling my name. I’ve never been particularly fond of it—that’s why most people call me Enzo. But hearing it come from her pouty mouth, rolling off her lips? There’s nothing better. All I want now is to hear her yell it again.

She starts grinding her pussy against my face, riding her climax, and my tongue licks her center, eagerly drinking her as she comes on my tongue. I never thought I could get high off something like this. The sight of Sophia coming undone before me.Idid that. She’s moaningmyname and comingall overmyface. It’s a high not even gambling can bring. And this unknown, untamed feeling coursing through my veins is possessive and obsessive. I want—no, Ineed—to be the only one who brings her this kind of pleasure.

Once she’s done riding her orgasm, she relaxes on the bed, letting out a content sigh.

“Who knew all I needed for you to obey me is to have my fingers inside of you?” I ask with a dark chuckle, resting my head on her thigh as I look at her.

“Shut up,” she says with a laugh.

Her laugh is free, effortless, the kind that bubbles from deep inside, like a stream breaking loose from its confines. It’s just like the one she had by the pool, and the one from this morning in the car. The same genuine sound that fills the air and makes everything around her feel lighter. And right here, right now, I make another silent promise to myself—whatever it takes, I’m going to be the one to make her laugh like this more often. I want to see her eyes shine and spark with pure joy. Sophia’s laugh is something the world should hear. It’s the kind of laugh I want to take a piece of and tuck into a corner of my cold heart. It’s the kind of laugh that makes my problems go away. It’s the kind of laugh I can find myself falling for, simply because it comes from her.

As I get up, she sits on the bed, tucking her legs underneath her, and when she tries to reach my jeans, I grab her by the wrist, stopping her.

She frowns, confused. “What are you doing? We had a deal.”

“The deal was for me to make you feel good. And I did, didn’t I?”

“The deal was for us to have a one-night stand,” she challenges.

“You sure about that?”

I chose my words carefully. Sure, I told her I’d like to fuck the sass out of her, but I didn’t say I would. What I did promise, though, was to make her feel good. I won’t pretend it isn’t torture to hold back from something I want so badly, but I’m not going to take it there. Not under these circumstances.

Her eyes flash with hurt, her irises turning a darker shade of blue. She grabs the sheets and covers herself, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “Fine. Leave, then,” she says, tone cold.

“Blue—”

“No. I got it,” she snaps. “You don’t want to sleep with me. Would have been nice to know beforehand.” She snorts a humorless laugh.

“You seriously think I don’t want to fuck you?” I shamelessly point at the obvious erection. “Is this not clear enough for you? Was yesterday not clear enough for you?” I shake my head. “You have to be fucking kidding me,” I murmur.

“Are we having the same conversation right now?” she retorts, tugging the sheet underneath her arms and crossing them. “You just rejected me.”

With a low growl, I find her legs underneath the thin sheets that weren’t hiding much of her in the first place and jolt her toward me, shutting her up with a deep, punishing kiss. I can still taste her on my tongue, and the mix of her arousal and her sweet lips is making my erection even more painful, to the point of no return—Iwillhave to take care of this. I swipe my tongue inside of her mouth, wanting nothing more than to coat her with her own arousal. I want her to taste herself. To knowthisisn’t a rejection. No.Thisis a promise. I don’t understand what the fuck is happening between us, but I want to sit her on a throne and worshipher until the end of my days. I want to open myself up and give her the best parts of me. The thought in itself is ridiculous, because there are no best parts of me. I’m just an empty shell, ready to break.

I rest my forehead against hers as we try to calm our ragged breaths. “I want you so much it physicallypainsme. I want you so much, I have to fist my cock at the thought of you every fucking night to stay away from you. I’m trying my damn hardest to honor our deal?—”

She interrupts. “I think the deal has been broken for a time now, and we both know it.”

She’s not wrong. Still, I’m not going to do something she’ll regret if she’s not thinking clearly and if her heart is not in the right place. I’m not that kind of asshole.

After a beat of silence, I kiss her forehead. “I want you more than anything,” I whisper, gripping her face with both of my hands and forcing her to look at me. To look at the sincerity of my eyes. To hear the pleading in my voice. “But the next time Ifuckyou, Blue, it’s going to be because you want me—us. Not because you’re looking to escape reality.”

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