Page 77 of Broken Deal

I lock my gaze on those beautiful eyes of hers again, amusement lacing my tone. “Does sucking me turn you on? You just can’t help but touch yourself while choking on my cock, greedy girl?”

She nods eagerly, and my eyes travel down to where she’s touching herself. She presses her thumb against her clit as her other hand strokes what’s left of my length. The sight of her has me about ready to come, but I shut my eyes as I inhale and exhale through my nose, trying to ground myself. She removes her hand from the base of my cock and takes what’s left of me with her mouth, and I tilt my head back, swallowing hard at the feel of her practically sucking the life out of me.

I can’t take it anymore; I’m ready for more. “Goddamit, baby. You take me so well,” I groan. “Can I go faster, please?” I ask, desperation seeping into my voice like a pathetic fool.

She places both of her hands on my thighs and looks at me, quickly nodding.

“You already know the drill. If it gets to be too much, tap my thigh twice. Okay?” I say softly. I know she can take it, but I want to make sure she feels comfortable.

Sophia is such a perfect woman, though, and can matchmy energy and my drive like no one has ever done before. There are not enough words to explain how compatible we are, or how bad she has fucking ruined me already.

I start pumping at a punishing pace, just like the other night. I bite my bottom lip hard, but it’s useless, my grunts and moans are relentless every time I hit the back of her throat. The gagging sounds coming out of her are quickly becoming my undoing. My balls start to tighten, signaling my orgasm is approaching quickly, so I stop abruptly, freeing my cock from her mouth.

“I would love nothing more than for you to swallow all of my cum, but I need to fuck you and feel you coming around my cock before I lose it. Do you have a condom?” I ask gruffly.

She nods, rising to her feet. She slips off her shirt and drops it on the floor as she strides to her bedroom. Before entering, she looks over her shoulder. “What are you sitting there for?”

I’m wondering how I got so lucky.

I’m wondering where the hell you’ve been all my life.

And I’m especially wondering how the fuck am I going to let you walk away from me at the end of the summer?

The last thought catches me by surprise, but I bury it all down and move on, because I have no other option.

1 Fuck.

He shakes his head, following after me with a laugh as he takes off his clothes, too, both of us leaving a mess behind. He turns me around and crashes his lips against mine as we stumble into the bedroom. Even though it kills me to stop kissing him for a second, I turn around and quickly find the drawer I’m looking for, grab a condom, and toss it at him.

I think this is what I like most about us. It feels comfortable. Even as we’re both in the heat of the moment, we’re true to our characters. We connect. We can laugh. We can work in sync. I’ve never felt this type of connection with anyone, not even my ex—and I dated him for four years, convinced I was deeply in love. But now, I’m not so sure that was the case. Looking back, I think I was just searching for someone to fill the emptiness, to not feel alone for a change, and he happened to be there. With Lorenzo, though, it’s different—deeper. And boy, does it scare my poor little heart.

“All fours on the bed, now,” he orders, pointing to the bed, his eyes eagerly roaming every inch of my body.Under the intensity of Lorenzo’s gaze, I feel adored. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve never had any confidence issues. I believe I’m beautiful just the way I am. Could I use a little more height? Maybe. That’s as sorry as I allow myself to be. But the way he drinks me in, it’s a feeling I don’t tire of.

In other instances, I would fight him for the hell of it, but I’m so ready to feel all of him inside of me, I quickly obey, resting my head on the fluffy white pillow and arching my back. I’ve come to enjoy giving him control, and that’s saying a lot, because I’m not big on trusting.

He stalks behind me, his hand brushing the curve of my ass as he starts peppering kisses all over my back. “You’re so perfect, Sophia. And so goddamn beautiful. Fuck. How did I get so lucky?”

My heart quivers for the slightest moment at the sincerity of his voice. “You called me by my name,” I say, turning my head slightly and looking over my shoulder.

He rolls his lips, holding back a smile as he drops one last kiss. “I wanted you to know how serious I am.” With that, he enters me slowly and we moan in unison.

I love how open Lorenzo is in bed. He doesn’t shy away from grunting and letting me know he’s enjoying himself. It makes me want him even more. In this position, he’s so deep inside of me, a sense of satisfaction washes over me. I love the feel of being filled to the hilt. He presses a hand against my back, making me arch even more. His movements are precise and slow, and I can feel every inch as he glides in and out of me. All I can do is moan into the pillow, because the sensation is all too much; I don’t know what else to do with myself.

He places one arm underneath me, pulling my body flush against his, and a throaty moan—more like a cry,really—escapes my lips, because somehow, I feel him even more.

“Oh, God. I can’t. It’s too much,” I gasp, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck.

“You can do it, Blue,” he growls in my ear, one of his hands reaching my breasts as he starts playing with them, pinching my nipples just the way I like it. “Be a good girl and take every inch of my cock.”

He nips my ear, and I clench around him at the feel of his mouth against my skin. His thrusts become more punishing, but also thorough, making sure I take every inch he has to offer me.

“God, you feel so fucking good.”Thrust. “Tight.”Thrust. “Andmadefor me.”Thrust.

It’s funny, because I also feel like I was made for him. But the thought is too crazy to even entertain. We’re just compatible in bed—or at least, that’s what I keep telling myself to make this feel simpler. To make myself think I have some sort of control of the situation.

I tug his hair as he continues to pound into me, kissing and nipping my neck and shoulders. His lips don’t leave my body, not even for the slightest second. This brings me an invigorating satisfaction. Knowing we’re so desperate for each other that we must feel each other everywhere—at all times. His hand reaches for my clit, rubbing the sensitive bud, and my orgasm starts building at an abnormally fast pace as he keeps touching me in all the right places.

“Come for me again. Milk my cock,please, baby,” he begs in my ear, sending me over the edge.

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