Page 73 of Broken Deal

She nods eagerly, eyes closed, opening her legs even wider. I swiftly turn her around and drop to my knees again, lifting her and wrapping both of her legs around my shoulders. Locking my gaze on hers, I dive in, circling my tongue around her sensitive bud as I grip her ass, pressing her pussy against my face, letting her arousal suffocate me.

I would die a happy man if it meant I could drown in all of her. The sight of her is painfully beautiful with her chest heaving and her moans being muffled by the flimsy fabric she calls underwear.

My tongue strokes her slit back and forth, painfully slow. I’m enjoying how she tries to writhe but can’t because I have her pinned against the wall. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck, the slurping sounds making the scene deliciously filthy. I want her on the brink of an orgasm, but not there quite yet, because I want her to come around my cock tonight.

I place her legs back on the floor for a moment, and she makes quick work of my pants and boxers as I grab the condom from my wallet. She points at her mouth, raising an eyebrow in question, and I nod, allowing her to take it out. This is one of my favorite things about Sophia. She has the sassiest mouth but also knows when to obey. Knowing she lets me have some sort of control makes my cock entirely too excited. It makes me feel good and like I accomplished the impossible. She’s learned to trust me, and hell, I’ve learned to trust her, too.

She grabs the condom and opens the foil with her teeth, bringing out the latex and rolling it on me quickly. I don’t give her a chance to stabilize herself before I wrap her legs around my waist and bury myself to the hilt in one fellswoop as I crash my lips on hers in a desperate kiss, eagerly swallowing every one of her moans. She kisses me back just as fervently, and I start pounding into her, desperate to feel her pussy grip my cock. We keep kissing each other, exploring each other’s mouths to avoid making any loud noises. It’s loud outside, sure, but I don’t want to give people a show. This is a moment for us. I fuck her fast and hard, the sound of skin slapping against skin over and over filling out the room with the muffled sounds of the fast-tempo music from outside. We stop kissing to catch our breaths, and I rest my forehead against hers as I keep thoroughly fucking her. And we don’t break eye contact, not even for a second. I do my best to contain the groans that want to come out of me every time I bury myself deep inside of her, and she just looks at me with parted lips. Breathless, low moans come out of her pretty mouth as her eyes roam all over my face. And fuck, I feel like the luckiest man in the world every time she looks at me like that.

“You’re so goddamn perfect, baby.”Thrust. “I love how eagerly your pussy takes my cock.”Thrust. “And I especially love when you look at me with those pretty eyes of yours like you want me.”Thrust.

“I do want you,” she says through a low moan. “I feel so full. And you feel so good,” she continues through soft moans.

She tilts her head back, and I place one of my hands around her throat, pressing softly. She wraps her hand on top of mine and presses even more, her eyes finding mine.

“You’ve already ruined me, Lorenzo. Now I need you to own me.”

Hearing those words leave her mouth is what completely breaks me. I keep one arm wrapped around her waist to keep her in place then keep my other handwrapped around her throat as I start thrusting harder and faster. I’m fucking her deeper than I ever thought was possible. Thrust after animalistic thrust, I want nothing more than to feel her come around me. I want nothing more than to see her become a mess because of me.

“Come for me. I want to feel your cunt gripping my cock, milking every ounce of me. I want you to make a mess, baby.Now,” I say through a groan, and she…lets go.

She places one hand on top of her mouth to stop her cries as the orgasm erupts out of her. Her legs begin to shake, and I try to keep us both stable as I thrust once, twice more, chasing my own orgasm. Her pussy keeps gripping me as my cock pulsates, coming so hard I swear I see stars.

Once we get our bearings, she hugs me tightly, and I settle my nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling her in. I will never,everget tired of this. My need for this girl will just continue to grow, and the thought is frightening, because Sophia and I will never be more than this, even when my heart has me believing it can be possible if I really try.

Even when I know I’m the last man on Earth who deserves such a strong, perfect woman like her.

With a yawn, I rub my eyes with my knuckles, trying my best to keep them open. I’ve been back from Panamá for about two weeks now, and my work keeps stacking. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to keep this up.

I glance at the time on the corner of my laptop. It’s 10:45 p.m. on a Friday. The girls wanted to have dinner with me, and that was the plan, until Max dumped four articles on my desk that should have been edited a long time ago, but he forgot to give them to me. Sometimes, I think he does this shit on purpose. Maybe he feels threatened and thinks I want his position. He should know better by now—I need this job, and I wouldn’t do anything stupid to risk it.

Amelia went MIA again after the big blowout we had, and I’m trying not to read into it. I’m going to act blissfully unaware this time around and assume she and Miles are completely thriving and I won’t hear from her ever again. A girl can dream, right?

I stand from the chair I’ve been sitting in for the past four hours, groaning as I stretch my back. I wish I couldafford a bigger place and have an office space; working on the dining table is not ideal. But it beats staying in the office until the night hours, I guess. With another yawn, I enter the kitchen and get another coffee pot going, because I’m going to need the caffeine if I’m ever going to finish this on time. Once the coffee pot starts brewing, my phone pings with a text.

Lorenzo

Are you home?

Me

Depends. Is this a booty call?

Lorenzo

Answer the question, Blue.

Me

I don’t want to answer your question, Ace. Answer mine first.

I purse my lips, trying to hold back the giggle that wants to bubble out of me. I haven’t seen Lorenzo since we came back from Panamá, and I honestly miss having him around. I’ve also been dying for another repeat of everything that happened between us the last few days we were there.

Okay. Did you just say you miss him? Are you okay?

Yeah, I mean…who else is going to push all of my buttons?

I’m supposed to be following him around to finish this article, but work has been so busy I’ve been canceling on him. I also don’t know what to do with it anymore. There’s so much to unpack when it comes to him, and it feels wrongto do it now. I have hundreds of pages written on my laptop, I just have to organize them. Selfishly, though, I want to keep this side of him in a little box and protect it from the rest of the world. He doesn’t deserve to have his life put under a magnifying glass for people to judge. I think he’s had enough of that.

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