Page 85 of My Debacle with De Lorenzo

I lose my mind, grab her hips, toss her onto my bed. I bury my face between her legs and eat her the fuck out. My fingers slip inside her, plunging hard and deep, and I have her whimpering, writhing all over my sheets. I close my eyes, trying to block all that out so I don’t cum in my pants again.

My tongue laps firmly against her heated skin. Her breaths come out faster and louder. Her pussy clenches around my fingers and her soft thighs clamp around my head as she orgasms.

I slowly lick my fingers, savoring her taste before I crawl up. She’s sweaty and trembling when my body covers hers. Erratic pants fan my lips as I brush them against hers.

“I’ve never experienced anything like that,” she whispers as my mouth moves onto her neck, lightly kissing her damp skin.

“Me neither.” I brace myself on my forearms to look down at her. “I’m usually not so aggressive, but you do something to my body, my brain, and I just...lose it.”

“I don’t mind.” Her breaths are still uneven when she slides her hand down my stomach and unzips my jeans. Curling her fingers around my cock, she slowly strokes me up and down. “Would it make me greedy if I wanted more?”

With hesitant anticipation in her amber eyes, she shifts her body a little lower. I feel her moist heat on the tip of my cock and the sensation is so overwhelming I slump on top of her, biting hard into her shoulder.

“I want you inside me,” she murmurs against my ear. “Please.”

She pushes me in a little deeper and she’s so hot and so wet; I just want to sink into her. My heartbeat accelerates. My throat runs dry. My body goes rigid because I’m so tense. I’m desperate to thrust my hips forward just to know what she feels like, but I find the willpower to resist the temptation. It’s all well and good to get inside her, but then what the hell do I do afterward? I have no clue. Skilled mouth. Skilled hands. But my dick? Not so much. He’s a rookie in this game. And after what happened on the rooftop last weekend, I’m having trouble trusting his stamina. This can only end badly.

“I’m sorry.” I slowly lift and pull away from her. “I can’t. I’m not...I’m not ready.”

“Okay.” She groans, a mixture of disappointment and annoyance. “I understand. I still want this dick, though.”

She shifts, squirming and shimmying down between my legs until my thighs are straddled over her face.

“What are you doin’?” I ask with a chuckle.

She doesn’t answer. Instead, she licks me from base to tip and I stop breathing when she takes me into her mouth. She alternates between licking and sucking, and it feels weird at first because the hard metal of her tongue ring adds a different sensation to the moist softness of her tongue. The longer she does it, the more I begin to enjoy the contrast.

She stops to look up at me. “Fuck my mouth.”

My brain literally glitches at that request, and I can’t think clearly for a few seconds. “What?!”

“Just grip my hair and fuck my mouth.”

I am simultaneously appalled...and intrigued. “No! I’m not doin’ that. No.”

“Do it, De Lorenzo. I want you to.”

The sexiness in her voice throws my moral compass out of whack because I want to do it, but I don’t want to...want it as much as I do.

My cock disappears between her lips again and she holds onto my hips, guiding them slowly in an up and down motion. I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. My hips start moving on their own and she takes me deeper until my tip touches the back of her throat. She moans, the vibration like an electric throb around me. And then my hand is twisting in her hair. I’m gritting my teeth and thrusting harder.

I’m navigating through some very confusing emotions right now because I never thought I would ever treat a girl this way. I’m watching what I’m doing to her, watching the rapid pace that my cock is sliding in and out of her mouth, and I’m so disgusted with myself that...it turns me on even more.

I keep going, getting closer to the edge, but over my ragged breathing, I hear the front door closing in the distance and freeze. “Shit!” I quickly get off her, pulling my jeans up as I rush down the stairs to look out the window. I see my dad’s car parked beside mine in the driveway.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“Get dressed. My parents are home.”

I hear her scrambling to get dressed, and she runs down a few seconds later with her sneakers still in her hands.

“No, get back up there.” I rush to my closet, pull on another T-shirt, then go back to the window to make sure they’re not still outside. “My mom’s gonna come in here to greet me, and it’s just easier for you to hide up there.”

“You can introduce me as your friend. You don’t have to...hideme.”

I can see how her issues could’ve misinterpreted that, but I also need to get her out of sight quickly. “Okay, Bella.” I cup her face with both hands. “No disrespect, but you look like...I’ve had my way with you. Your lips are swollen, your hair’s a mess. I’m not trying to hide you. I just want to give you some time to...sort it out.”

“Dylan, we’re home,” my mom calls, and it sounds like she’s halfway down the hall already.

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