Page 107 of My Debacle with De Lorenzo

“You said anything I want.” He stands up to strip off his jeans, salacious desire in every movement. “That’s what I want.”

“I don’t?”

“Do it.” His fist presses into the mattress, and he leans toward me. “Here.” He places my left hand on my left breast, then licks two fingers on my right hand and places it on my clit. “And here.”

With a heavy-lidded gaze, he watches me as my fingers roll over my swollen clit and I get more pleasure from the wanton expression on his face than what I’m doing to myself.

His breathing becomes labored. “Close your eyes.”

I do, and a few seconds later, I feel his hair tickle my inner thigh before the moistness of his tongue sweeps between my folds. He pulls back, and with my eyes closed, I don’t know what to expect. The heat of his mouth touches my hand next before his tongue darts out, moving between my fingers to firmly lap my clit. He traces slow circles, then lightly sucks. His hand slides up to cup my other breast, pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and the combined sensations are just too much.

“Dylan,” I cry out.

The languid pace of his tongue increases a fraction, becoming insatiable, ravenous – tasting me, licking me. I’m flung into an abyss of ecstasy, writhing and grinding my hips against him. A small ripple starts in my core, but it turns into an explosion when his cock rams into me again. My eyes fly open at the unexpected intrusion, my voice trapped in my throat. He’s so thick, and I bite down on my lip as my body tries to adjust to how uncomfortablyfullI feel.

“Anything I want?” he whispers roughly.

I shift my hips, trying to ready myself as best I can before I answer. “Anything.”

I’m still trying to find my way out of this misty orgasm when he begins to thrust, dragging out my climax until I’m dizzy from the pleasure of it all. His big hand slides beneath my back, hooking onto my shoulder to keep me from shifting every time his hips slam against mine. Slow and hard, he moves in and out of me. It’s erotic and sensual and so...harsh. I can’t distinguish if it’s pain or pleasure I’m feeling. A moan is ripped out of me, but he smothers it when his mouth captures mine in a scalding hot kiss. That kiss is raw and intense, making my body quiver, yet somehow, it’s also sweet and gentle. It’s...everything. He is justeverything.

My experience around the block is primarily made up of fifteen minute-hookups in random places, so I’ve never been completely naked with a guy before and the feeling of his damp skin on mine is intimate in a way I can’t even describe. It’s the way his hard muscles rub against my chest as he moves, the way his outer thighs chafe the inside of mine with each deep thrust. My eager hands glide over his torso, scraping up his sides until I reach the scar on his ribs. I love the way he feels, lean and solid, every muscle cut to perfection.

“Bella...you feel so good,” he whispers breathlessly against my lips, and he sounds lost in his own need.

He groans, a raspy murmur that thrills me to my very core. His movements become more urgent, more desperate. He gives me the best sex of my life for about two minutes...and then it’s all over. A strained sound is released with his final thrust, and then his body slumps against me. Hot breaths fan my ear, slowing down as the intensity subsides.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers against my neck. “I got carried away and I’m guessing you didn’t?”

“I did.”

His head snaps up to look at me. “You did?”

“Yeah, boy! That’s how you fuck.”

“Yeah!” With a relieved chuckle, he drops over to lie beside me and I give him a high-five. He waits a minute to catch his breath before he looks over at me again. “So, was it really bad?”

“The first half was...awful, but you made a comeback in that second half. You nailed it like a boss!”

“I’m a natural.” He props himself up on his elbow and rests his head on his hand. “I feel like tattooingWorld’s Greatest Loveracross my chest.”

“Maybe dial back that overly confident attitude a bit.”

“Why? That’s me now. The quintessential ladies’ man. You know what I’m gonna do? I’m just gonna start swinging my dick around.”

I’m trying so hard to keep a straight face like he is. “Step too far, but I’m with you. Swing. It. Around!”

“I’m just going to be casually walking through the locker room, swaying it from side to side. And the other guys – they’re gonna come up to me and say: Yo, Dylan. Why you swinging your dick around, man? And you know what I’m gonna say?”

“Please tell me. I can’t take the suspense.”

“I’ma get all up in their face like the hardened criminal I am and I’m gonna say: You wanna know why? Because this dick can fuck.”

I can’t contain my giggles anymore. They come rolling out of me. I shove him against the bed and climb on top of him, showering kisses all over his face. “You’re socute!” I kiss him a few more times, then straighten. “If we’re going to this party, I’d better get ready. My mom said she’d be home from her date by ten, so we have to be out of here by then.”

“Your mom went on a date?”

“Yep. And you’ll never guess who her date is. Do you remember Keith Hart?”

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