Page 67 of Broken Deal

“Lorenzo,” I cry out, desperate. “I need your cock. I want to taste you, please.”

“You want me to fill that sassy mouth of yours with my cum?” His warm breath brushes against my pussy as he speaks, and I’m so overstimulated, I have to try my best to hold my moan back.

“Yes,” I hiss, the word coming out so desperate, I barely recognize myself.

“Turn around,” he orders gruffly.

Without a word, I obey. I get on my hands and knees on top of him, his mouth-watering cock right in my face. A ping of excitement floods through me, because I’m dying to show him how much I’ve been waiting to feel all of him, show him how much I want him.

“Now be a good girl and suck my cock while I keep eating this delicious pussy,” he says before running his tongue all over my center again. I’m so sensitive, I involuntarily jerk forward, but he grabs me and brings me back, locking me in place. “I told you I was going to feast until you were begging for me to stop. Are you ready to beg?”

“No,” I moan, shaking my head.

I grip the base of his cock and run my tongue from base to tip, leaving a trace of saliva as I desperately keep licking him, enjoying every second of it. I wrap my mouth around his tip and swirl my tongue, teasing him, edging him. I feel him groan against my pussy, so I do it again. Every time I repeat the motion, he flicks his tongue eagerly against my sensitive bud, which only spurs me on. I’m so close already; my lower belly starts to tighten and tingle.

“Your mouth feels so fucking perfect,” he groans against my pussy, dragging his teeth across my sensitive flesh. “I’m going to fuck it so good with my cock one of these days.”

I lick his cock from base to tip again, humming. “Again with all these empty promises that only tempt me with a good time.”

“Wrong thing to say, Blue.” He grunts before shoving his tongue inside me. With every pulse of his tongue, I come closer and closer to falling apart. His thumb finds my clit, and he starts doing soft but quick circles. All I can do ismoan around his shaft. He must enjoy the vibration, because his cock pulses every time. I try my best to meet his punishing pace with my mouth, but he’s so big and hard, it’s useless. But I still try, wanting nothing more than to keep savoring him. Lorenzo keeps touching my sensitive bud at a relentless, but soft pace and my orgasm hits me out of nowhere, making panting noises come out of me. Once my orgasm subsides, I get off him, my back hitting the bed as I try to catch my breath. My heart feels like it’s stuck at my throat, but God, it was every bit worth it. He towers over me, careful not to put any weight on me. He leans down, pressing a soft, delicious kiss to my lips that sends a dizzying rush through me. He tastes like smoky maple mixed with my arousal, and I get completely lost in the taste of us together. It’s addictive and absolutely perfect.

He drops another quick kiss on my lips as his eyes dance with mischief. “Now, you said you wanted me to fuck your mouth.” He stands, grabs one of the pillows, and drops it on the floor. “Get on your knees, baby, and put that pillow between your legs.”

Even though I don’t understand what’s going through his head, I do as he says. Obeying Lorenzo makes me feel strangely powerful and wanted.

He grips my chin, lifting my head until I lock my eyes on his. “You look like a goddess on your knees for me, Blue.”

I lick my lips eagerly. “Fuck my mouth, Lorenzo. I’m ready to ruin you.”

His dark laugh echoes through the otherwise silent villa. “Oh, you’ve already ruined me so goddamn bad.” The conviction in his voice makes my heart falter, but I push those thoughts away, because this is just sex. Nothing more. I open my mouth, ready to take him.

With a low moan, he sinks his hard, girthy cock insidemy mouth, pumping in and out of me slowly. “This is how it’s going to go,” he starts speaking in a low, husky tone. “As I fuck your mouth, you’re going to grind that greedy little pussy against the pillow like the good, desperate slut you are. And you better make a good mess out of it and drench it, baby.”

I look at him, my eyes bulging. I feel so utterly spent, I don’t know how I’m going to come again. I try to get his cock out of my mouth to speak, but he fists my hair, keeping me in place.

He gives a quick, dismissive click with his tongue. “You don’t get to speak, baby. You only get to choke on my cock now.” He places my left hand on his thigh. “If it gets to be too much, tap twice, and I’ll stop, got it?” His tone is soft but serious.

I try my best to nod as he keeps working himself in and out of my mouth. His face is still glistening with my arousal, and the sight of him, with his hard pecs, tattoos, and disheveled hair, is utterly destroying me. He starts pumping a little faster now, and I try to open my mouth as much as I can, flattening my tongue so I can take him deeper. The sound of his moans and my gags fill the room, and it’s so filthy, my core starts to tighten again. And before I know it, I start grinding against the pillow. Not because he asked, but because I’mdesperatefor some friction.

“I knew you were going to listen. You’re such a good girl, riding on that pillow as I use your hot, wet mouth for my pleasure. It turns you on, doesn’t it?”

I moan around his length, looking at him through watery eyes and nodding desperately. I’m so turned on right now, it’s borderline painful. His thrusts become faster and punishing, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat relentlessly. The faster he fucks my mouth, the harder Igrind against the pillow. My clit is throbbing and so sensitive, but I can’t bring myself to stop. Being on my knees for Lorenzo, knowing he’s using me, seeing him desperate and coming undone before me is too good of a feeling. His pace is more punishing now, to the point that saliva starts to run down my chin, and the gagging sounds are becoming more and more loud.

“Fuck, Blue. This mouth of yours is so warm and perfect.” He tilts his head back and moans. “Can I come in your mouth, please?” he asks through a quick, desperate whimper, and I nod just as quickly, wanting nothing more than to get a taste of him. “Such a good girl,” he growls. “Don’t swallow until I tell you to,” he orders gruffly, and I nod again as his thrusts start to become sloppier and faster until he pulls back, only leaving the tip inside my mouth as his cock starts pulsing and spilling. I’m still grinding against the pillow like a desperate fool, the friction of the soft fabric against my clit feeling sensational.

He grips my chin, opening my mouth slightly. “Keep your mouth open and keep grinding like a good little slut. I want to look at you as you make a mess all over that pillow. Make yourself feel good for me,” he commands, his voice rough with control.

I shut my eyes hard as I keep moving back and forth. My legs feel like they’re on fire, but it’s too good to stop.

“Look at me, baby. Keep those beautiful eyes on me—right where they belong.” His tone grows huskier.

All I do is obey. It’s all I can manage, because I’m at his mercy, and loving every second of it. I’m at a loss for words with how filthy and amazing this feels. I can’t believe this is what I’ve been missing out on. That night we had at the club barely scratched the surface. I don’t know how any other man is going to compare to Lorenzo. He’s insatiable. Hismouth deserves a medal, because the dirty talk is to a whole other level. And the way he can treat me like a queen one second and a slut the next is too good. He was absolutely right—he hascompletelyandutterlyruined me, and I’m ready to thank him for it.

It doesn’t take long for me to chase a deliciousfourthorgasm. My body detonates, a million little fireworks exploding in my lower belly. I shut my eyes for a moment, trying to ground myself. Somehow, this orgasm manages to be just as strong as the other three, leaving me completely dizzy and in a state of pure bliss.

“That’s it, baby,” he coos. “You can swallow now. Get a good taste of what you do to me.”

I tilt my head back to lock my eyes on his as I swallow every last drop. The saltiness, with a hint of sweetness, hits my senses, and I moan, still riding my release. He tastes better than I could have ever imagined, and all I can think about is how badly I want to taste him again. He extends his hand, and I take it as I stand on shaky legs. He delivered his promised and thoroughly fucked me, and I don’t think I’ll be able to move any longer.

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