Page 5 of Baby Mine

Renzo ran a rough thumb over her throat, up her chin, and stopped at her lips. The rest of his hand extended over her jaw, and her breath, along with her heartbeat, increased its rate. He was a master, one at whose mercy she enjoyed being. “I was not done with you.”

“I—”

He curved a hand around her hip, over her ass, and pushed it between her legs from behind. His fingertips touched her pussy opening, and she shivered. “Creamy wet, just like I like you.”

She had a moment of offense thinking that’s all he wanted from her, just endless sex, but she dismissed the thoughts. She wanted the same. The difference was she had trouble keeping her heart out of it. Jada took mental responsibility and squeezed his shoulder. “I want it, and I’m ready. Put it in me.”

He smirked, but he didn’t hesitate. He raised her hips and brought her down. She arched, and without much guidance, his big dick slid easily up her channel. This time she couldn’t hold back the cry. Her lashes fluttered low, and she called out his name. To her surprise, Renzo stilled.

“Did I hurt you?”

She blinked at him. “Of course not. Why did you stop?”

“The baby…”

“The baby is fine.” She wiggled her hips, driving him deeper, and arched so his cock slid out a little way. Reaching behind her, she found his balls and gave them a gentle stroke before she came down hard on his shaft. “Yes! We liked it like this, rough and so good, Renzo.”

His hold tightened. “We will be gentle and take it slow.”

He didn’t give her the chance to complain. His hips, grinding slowly into hers, his hand at her lower back guiding her into a controlled rhythm, stole the ability to do anything other than feel. Jada shut her eyes and sagged against Renzo. She concentrated on the sensation of how he filled her, withdrew and filled her again. He ran his other hand up her back and cupped the base of her head. She listened to his whispered words in Italian, not knowing the meaning but lost in the seductive flow all the same. Her clit swelled, and the way Renzo entered her, he brushed her g-spot over and over. An orgasm began to build inside her core.

“R-R

enzo,” she stuttered.

“Sei mia,” he responded.

She trembled and screamed through her climax. Renzo crushed her to him with an arm around her waist and a flat palm over her ass. He raised and lowered her on his cock nonstop. Their lips met, but they didn’t kiss. Desperation to be consumed by this man rose in her belly. She struggled to catch her breath. Her name fell from his lips while they still pressed to hers. He grunted and froze, and then she felt it, his hot seed spilling inside. Tears wet the corners of her eyes, but she blinked them away and scrubbed the evidence behind his head.

When he was done, Renzo leaned her away and studied her face. Jada tilted her head to the side, offering him a smirk. “Do you think that’s enough for me?”

He rose up, carrying her with him. “Not at all. That was the beginning. I fully intend to possess your body all night long, and then you will rest as late as necessary in the morning.”

“Renzo.”

He set her on her feet long enough to dry her with an oversize towel. Then he dried himself and raised her into his arms. All Jada’s protests fell on deaf ears until he got to the bedroom and laid her on sheets already turned down. How many nights had he tossed her there and brought his heavy bulk down as if he would crush her? She’d loved every minute of it. Tonight, he seemed determined to treat her like glass, and that was hot too.

She ran a hand over his chest, luxuriating in the solid muscle. For a moment, their gazes locked, and she expended extra effort to hide the emotions she knew lurked in her heart for him. He didn’t need to know how she really felt. Let him think it was all about the lust that burned up her flesh and set her pulse racing. Sure, she wanted him—like no other man in existence. Her lips ached to touch his body, her tongue to taste his hot skin.

She rolled over and pushed him to his back to straddle his hips. Leaning down, she stuck her tongue out and almost rejoiced in the salty goodness of his chest. A trail over one flat nipple brought shudders beneath her. She grinned at him and brought her teeth down to nip the small peak. Renzo growled.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked in a voice hardly more than a rumble.

She played some more. “I know what you like.”

“You think so?”

She sat up and pursed her lips. “I know so.” Shifting her hips back, she bumped his cock with her ass and wasn’t surprised that he was still rock hard. Renzo usually held his first orgasm until she’d come at least three times. The man had insane control over his body. Just once she wanted to wrestle it from him and make him bow before her.

Jada stretched a hand behind her and skimmed fingers over his cock. The tool twitched beneath her touch, but she continued on until she reached his ball sac. First she massaged them in her palm and then fingered the sensitive space of skin at their base. Air hissed between Renzo’s teeth, and she dared to believe she had him where she wanted him. Just when she would have taken his cock into her hold, Renzo rolled her to her back. He pinned her to the bed with a heavy thigh tossed across hers. His positioning didn’t allow her to open her legs very much, but still he pushed a hand between them to cup her pussy. A shout of pleasure refused to be held in, and she glared at him.

“You were saying, cara?” He pinched her clit, and a second orgasm raged through her body.

“Bastard,” she moaned, squirming against his stroking fingers. Her come flowed, and she pushed at his hand, but Renzo would not be put off. He bent over her and captured her lips. She had no choice—or desire—but to open to him and curl her tongue with his. They devoured each other, she digging her nails in his arms, dragging him closer. He planted hungry kisses down her throat to the valley between her breasts. When she arched her back, he found her nipple. Just as she’d done to him, he bit down, only hard enough to entice. She gasped, and he stopped cold once again.

“Did I hurt you?”

At first Jada was confused. He’d bitten her and sucked hard enough to cause a sting in the past. Then she remembered. “No, it wasn’t too much.”

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