Chapter 28 Suck Me Dry
Evelyn’s POV
A cocky grin tugged at his lips, dark, mocking. He leaned closer, pressing his hardness to my entrance, teasing, slow and confident.
His breath was warm on my earlobe. “Look at you.” He hissed. “Already losing control.”
Lorenzo slowly lifted his weight from me, his eyes still all on me, grinning with hunger. Before I could blink twice he was naked. Completely naked. No pants, no boxers, nothing on his chest. Just his bare skin.
Oh, my. His muscles…..perfect was an understatement.
I let my gaze wander across his chest, letting my eyes linger longer than they should, like it was my first time seeing him this naked. I told myself to look away, to keep my eyes anywhere but there. God, I tried. But it was impossible to ignore, undeniable in every sense of the word.
His cock was…..huge, bigger than anytime I have seen it, bulged, hard, veins crossing over it, aiming straight at me.
Shame swept through me, mingling with an ache so sharp it almost hurt. I pressed my lips together, biting back the ‘OMG’ expression threatening to escape.
Lorenzo leaned back with his knee biting deep into the sheets. “Tell me.” He murmured. “What do you want daddy to do to you for talking back at him?”
I shut my eyes tight, sucking in deep breaths. My nod came hard without saying a word.
Lorenzo spanked me. “Use your words, human.”
My eyes flew wide, chest rising and falling. “I…. I…. don’t know.”
He smirked darkly, his brow arched up. “Really?.” His hand wrapped around himself, stroking slowly. “Then I’m going to make you squirm, I’m going to make you scream until the entire estate hears your cry. I will stretch you wide, punish your tight little pussy until you beg for more.”
He pumped again at his length. “You see that.” Looking down at his hardness. “This is what you did to me, Eve.”
With no warning, his fingers trailed along the fabric of my dress, tugging it away inch by inch.
My breath hitched. I tried to run, pushing up on my elbows, but his hand caught my wrist, not rough, not forceful, just firm enough to make me freeze.
“Not so fast, little bunny.” He pinned me down on the bed, towering over me.
I remained stiff. “Lorenzo, please….” I pleaded without knowing what I was actually begging for, my leg twitched again, but he grabbed me in a sharp thud yanking me back. With no mercy, he dragged me down to the edge of the bed.
Lorenzo leaned closer, his breath brushing against my neck down to my chest, he allowed his tongue to run over the peak of my breast, dragging my nipple with the tip of his teeth before releasing, and it sprang backwards.
A strangled cry slipped from me, quiet but raw, the kind that screamed at me to stop him yet my body betrayed me.
He lowered his head to my navel, planted a hot kiss there and stopped at my core. He didn’t give me a chance to process what was going on. The next minute, I felt his tongue whipping across my clit. Slow at first, taunting, caging me with his arms.
God, never in my life have I ever seen myself in this position. I don’t even know how it would feel, I’ve never had the slightest chance to watch porn too. My dad made sure of that, and even after his death, I never did.
The little knowledge I have about sex comes from the novels Aunt Nana would always drop carelessly whenever I was sweeping her room.
Lorenzo circled my center, stroked once, then twice. Each moment he tried to pull away was pure torture more like punishment, the glint in his eyes told me all that I needed to know.
He enjoyed watching me squirm, feeding off every twitch and shiver that betrayed my restraint.
His tongue thrust again, this time deeper making my hips jerk forward.
“Oh, fuck….” I whimpered.
“You like that, don’t you?” He talked to my skin.
“Mmh-hmm”
My fist curled on the sheets, rolling my hips to meet him.
Lorenzo brushed his thumb at the center of my clit before burying his face there again, his tongue doing wonders that I have never imagined to experience.
His pace quickened, forcing out a slimy sound in my hole due to how wet I was.
“Lo…Renzo……” I cried, unable to hold back.
His voice came out a growl. “You like to fight my orders, don’t you.” He split my thighs, stretching me wide. “You think you can just make me jealous and go Scot free like that….?”
I clutched his hair, dragging him too tight with no intentions of hurting him, just enough to make sure that he didn’t stop.
“No…. I….um…..fuck….”
My moans echoed off the walls as Lorenzo’s head moved faster and relentlessly, my body writhed, eyes rolling back, legs vibrating, curling round his neck.
At this point I couldn’t control it any longer, the feeling was beyond words.
Lorenzo hit his tongue deeper, rougher, harder. Like he had the intention to suck me dry and that was when I started feeling it.
I was close to my orgasm.
“Yes…..Oh….God…..Lorenzo….”
His hand claimed my breast, fingers spreading rough and unapologetic, squeezing harder until every breath I took belonged to him.
I trembled, hitting my hips to meet him at every thrust. “Just like that…. Don’t stop please….”
“I….. I….. Love you…….!”
Lorenzo froze, as if my words had torn open something dark and long buried within him, a wound he’d spent years pretending had healed. For a moment, the mask slipped. I saw it in his eyes, the storm, the ache, the quiet war he fought back, confusion flashing through his face.
I forced my eyes to remain open, gasping for air. My chest heaving, nails digging at the sheets. “W….what happened?”
He jerked away, his chest rising and falling. For a heartbeat, his gaze clung to me, then shifted, sharp and startled, as if he’d just touched something forbidden. His jaw tightened, nostrils flaring.