Page 7 of Devilish Prince

“Lorenzo, please…” I step closer to her, letting her palm splay against my chest. The thudding of my chest against her touch is electric. “You’ve been waiting for this moment for weeks, haven’t you?” I step closer still and she stiffens.

“I’m not sure what you mean, I?—”

“I mean, you like looking at me. Don’t you, Dr. Carter? You like fantasizing about me? You’ve probably never seen a man with a body like mine up close and personal.”

Sofia’s lips stammer out a few unintelligible sounds and she takes a step backward but I pursue her. “I hear you’ve had a few mishaps…”

“What?” she gulps, shaking her head. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“I have a friend who is a policeman. He told me someone broke into your home, that you reported another man for following you in the parking garage… Are you in need of my protection yet?”

“Wait… How could you?”

“I have eyes and ears all over this city. So let me ask again… Do you need me yet?” My question, a double entendre, brings more guttural protests even as I back Sofia against the edge of the sofa. She’s pinned there between my body and the unmoving heap of leather and wood over which I may just fuck her. “Hm?”

“I’m not sure what you’re asking.” She licks her lips again and I press my hips into her. My cock is swelling, not quite hard but firm enough to send the message I want her to receive.

“Do you need me?”

Using the tip of my pinky I draw a line across her forehead, pushing her bangs to the side. Her dark hair threatens to hide the beauty of those emerald eyes and I can’t have that. I need her to see every expression on my face, because things are about to get interesting.

“Mr. Gatti, I…”

“Lorenzo…” I correct her and lean closer. “Judging by the way your breathing is rapid and shallow, the dark ruby tint of your lips, and the way you seem flustered by my closeness, I’d say you do need me.”

“Can you please back up?” she asks, but her other hand flutters to my chest, protesting her own words.

“I’m going to give you what you’re asking for, and you’re going to enjoy it, and then you’re going to accept my protection, because an angel like you needs a man with the devil for a soul… Else, how will you remain pure?” I loose her wrist and she sucks in a breath as my hands rest on her hips momentarily before I back away just far enough to undo her pants.

“What are you doing?” she asks again, but she doesn’t lash out. There is no shouting, no pushing me away. Her breathing is erratic, hands trembling.

“I’m doing what your body is asking me to do…” The moment her pants are open, I slide my fingers into her panties to find her silken folds dripping with moisture. “See…?” I smear my fingers through her juices then pull my hand free, bringing my fingers to my lips. One by one I suck them clean and smirk at her.

“Lorenzo, this is?—”

“What you want… say it…” My hands reach for her hips again, this time gently nudging her slacks southward, over her hips, along with her panties.

“I…” She gasps again as my fingers find her mound, thumb pushing against her clit. “Stop,” she whispers but what she means is “fuck me.”

“As you wish…” I pull my hand away but only so I can drop to my knees and devour her.

“What are you doing?” Sofia asks again, but there is no force behind her words. Her voice is weak, eyes wide as my head lowers. I drag my tongue through her folds, tasting her sweet, pungent nectar. Her knees nearly buckle. I tease, pulling her clit between my lips and sucking hard. She gasps and throws her head back.

“Oh, fuck…” she moans.

“Good…” I say before I bury my tongue deep inside her, two fingers sliding into her drenched pussy to fuck her. She cries out and molds herself to my face, riding my tongue and fingers with abandon. But this isn't how I'm going to claim her. No, I want to watch her eyes as my dick pulses inside of her, filling her with my seed. So I let her ride it out a moment, panting and leaning on me while I undo my pants with my free hand.

She whimpers as I pull away, hand fisted in my hair. I slowly stand and lick my lips, staring her in the eye. "Do you need me?" I ask again, angling my cock to push between her thighs into her soaked valley.

Sofia whimpers again, palms pressing against my chest as I enter her. "Tell me you need me," I demand, voice low. The head of my cock slides in slowly and I withhold, waiting. "Say it.... Say you fucking need me."

"I..." she whimpers, but she holds back too. It's a game of cat and mouse. I have her on the edge, ready to experience something only I can do for her, and she is holding back.

"Say it!" I shout, bringing my hand down hard against her thigh and the side of her ass. The loud crack of skin against skinstartles her and she jerks, fingers clawing against my chest. "Say you fucking need me."

"I..." she hisses, and I spank her again. "I need you," she moans.

As she lets the words roll off her tongue, I thrust upward and into her. Sofia cries out, nails digging into my chest as she slams her hips against mine to take all of my length inside of her.

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