Chapter 168: You're Going To Be The Death Of Me
SANCIA
“I told you I'm not going to have sex with you,” I whispered, pushing him back as my body shook from pent-up lust; it was like a fever, every nerve ending was misfiring, as though I hadn't just splintered from his mouth alone.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have kissed me the way you did, and I might believe you,” he growled, eyes dark with barely restrained hunger. “I'd say you're as starved for me as I am for you.”
“I don't know what you're talking about,” I deny.
Instead of calling me out as the obvious liar I am.
Lorenzo stroked my face tenderly, tucking back my hair. “Stop fighting us, Mia Tigre. Stop torturing yourself and me. We both know there's no stopping this,” he murmured and grabbed my hand, putting it on his hard, hot flesh.
I didn't pull away. I couldn't.
“Tell me you don’t want this, but mean it, and I will stop.” He lifted my chin; the desire and hunger I saw there reflected my own. I don’t need a mirror to know that.
“I…” I swallowed when he began to use both of our hands to stroke his thick, hot cock, once, twice, and a third time, until I was so enthralled I didn't even realize when his hand slipped from mine.
My hands instinctively grip him harder, his dick pulses in my hand. My walls spasmed, mouth watering, I licked my lips, and still looking into his eyes, I slid off the desk and knelt before him, then I leaned closer, mouth barely an inch from the broad head of his cock.
“Enjoy what's only yours, Mia tigre.” Lorenzo's eyes were dark and gleaming wickedly.
His words did something to me. “Don't think, I don't know what you're doing,” I whispered, gripping him tighter. He groaned, then smirked, right before he fisted my hair, pushing me towards his throbbing dick.
“Enough talking, suck my cock, Sancia.”
“Like this?” I whispered, holding his gaze as I took a long, slow lick from his base to tip.
Lorenzo shuddered, his eyes darkened, and the veins in his neck bulged as he stared down at me.
“More,” he growled, voice hoarse, “suck it like you mean it.”
I repeat my earlier ministrations, tracing the veins on the underside of his cock all the way to the broad head. I lapped at the precum on the slit before sucking the crown lightly. I do it for the third time, only this time, I trace back down and suck on his balls one after the other.
“Fucking hell,” he swore; his groans were raw, goosebumps breaking over his thighs. “Enough teasing,” he growled harshly, a second before he shoved my head down on his cock, until my nose brushed the hair at his base.
Lorenzo’s groan was loud and obscene, sending a rush of warmth down between my legs even as my lungs fought for breath. I squeezed my thighs together, my clit pulsing.
He held me there for a few heartbeats, my nails digging into his thighs, until I gagged and tears slid from my eyes, before he let go, he thrust once, then twice before he gave up control and I took over, licking and sucking, then deep throating him each time the way he’d shown me.
As always, Diavolo was vocal in his pleasure, groaning and hissing as he kept up with my moves, bucking his hips in time with my sucking.
His dick thickened in my mouth, and I had to ease up and add my hands to the mix, working him hard, while I sucked on the broad head of his cock faster, mouth drooling.
“Now,” he growled, shoving his throbbing cock all the way, as he roared, his grip tightened on my hair, hips bucking as hot cum filled my mouth and dripped at the corner.
“Swallow it all,” he snarled, still pumping, and I did with pleasure, feeling the ache between my thighs intensify at his obvious pleasure. Lorenzo stroked my hair gently before he finally pulled out.
He helped me up, walked the short distance to the bed, and laid me down. Then he followed me down, parting my thighs to receive him while his mouth took mine, kissing me passionately.
“You’re going to be the death of me, cause that was fucking perfect,” he breathes against my lips when we part. Reaching between us, he guided his hard cock to my soaked entrance, the broad head parting my pussy lips and sinking inside my tight, spasming walls.
“So tight,” Lorenzo groaned, slamming his cock to the brim. I gasped, clutching him hard, my entire body shaking from the delicious, tight friction.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he murmured, slowly withdrawing only to shove back fully, “I miss your pussy, so damn tight. Fucking lethal.”
He pulled out and rammed his cock deep, swiveling his hips and hitting my cervix. My walls grip him tighter as I moan, pleasure spreading through me,
“Oh my god, Enzo,” I moaned as he set a brutal pace, hitting my g-spot, “mmm, Enzo.”
“Tell me what you want, Sancia,” he growled, slowing his pace.
“No, no, please don’t stop, Enzo, don’t stop,” I cried, writhing and arching into his thrusts, my pussy getting wetter with every deep plunge. “I’m not fucking stopping,” he growled, eyes feral with need.
“Enzo….I’m going to come.” I choked as that familiar pressure narrowed down to my pussy and made me wild with pleasure.
“Already? I got you, baby.” Lorenzo raises my legs over his shoulders, his cock going impossibly deeper, and his thrusts instantly turn savage, going deeper, faster, and harder to the point of pain.
But that was all I needed, that and his hand wrapped around my neck, and when he finally choked me, my pussy clamped down around his thick cock like a vise, legs trembling, my eyes rolled back to my head as I detonated.
“Uhn fuuuck,” Lorenzo groaned, coming right after me, his cock thickening and filling me with his cum in hot, thick splashes, until I felt it down beneath me.
My walls squeeze and milk his pulsing cock until there is nothing to give, and we both collapse on the bed, gasping for breath.
“I’m going to fucking insure your pussy and mouth; they’re fucking lethal, I’ll die happily in them,” Lorenzo growled, dragging me to him.
I burst into a fit of giggles, even as my face flamed up. I couldn’t help it. He chuckles and leans over me, brushing back the wet strands stuck to my face. “I mean it.”
“You’re fucking crazy,” I gasped, still chuckling.
“Crazy in love with you,” he murmured, staring at me in that intense way I’ve always thought was obsession, but now know it was love, not that he wasn’t obsessed with me because he is.
I’m adult enough to admit I’m still in love with him to the point of obsession, even if I will only admit the obsession part to myself.
“I know you have doubts, but I meant every word I told you two days ago. I’ll do whatever you want as long as it doesn’t put you or Dario in danger. But you’ll have to give me time to adjust to the man you need me to be.”
The intensity and love in his eyes melted every bit of resistance clinging to me.
My stomach fluttered, my heart aching in a good way. I reach up and cup his face, my nails lightly scratching the small brittle on his face. “Don’t make me regret giving you this chance, Enzo,” I whispered.
“Never. I love you, Sancia.” I opened my mouth to say it back, but he kissed me hungrily, swallowing down the words.
His legs parted my legs, his cock poised at my entrance, he held my gaze with those honey brown eyes filled with emotions.
“Only tell me when you’re absolutely sure; don’t say it because I did.”
“I love you, Lorenzo,” I blurted. The look in his eyes turned completely feral with renewed lust and love. I cup his face with both my hands. “I don’t even know when I started feeling this way, but I know I’ve loved you for a long time, and I want you to know this.”
“Ah fuck,” Diavolo groaned, in a voice that was half broken and half possessiveness. At the same time, he slammed his cock all the way inside me.
His entire body was trembling the way it never had before as he hugged me tighter. I could barely breathe, but I hugged him back with all my strength.
He raised his head, eyes dark, his Adam's apple bobbing. “Say it again, tesoro,” he pleaded, “Tell me you love me again, Sancia.” He was raining kisses on my neck, my eyes, my nose.
Everywhere his lips could reach, but not my mouth, where I’m begging for his attention, “Please, let me hear you say it again.”
I grabbed his face again, stopping him. “I love you, Lorenzo, I love you, my villain.”
Then I kissed him with all the love inside me, deeply and passionately, and he echoed it back ten times over, and slowly started to move inside me.
Our lips sealed to each other, as we moaned and gasped with pleasure, and I moved with him until we came with a toe-curling pleasure.
High on adrenaline, need, and a love that could no longer be denied, I rode him again, slowly this time. While he lay back playing with my breasts, and sucking on my nipples.
Whispering words that made me hotter and wetter, his eyes watching me with soul-deep intensity, and then we finally came.
Completely sated, happy, and exhausted, we fell asleep, with me on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, and his arms wrapped tightly around me as though he would never let go.
And I secretly hope he never does.