Chapter 75
As he kisses down my body, my thoughts are consumed with one thing: he’s done it. He’s finally broken me.
My hands are on his head, in his hair. My lips are begging for more.
My thighs are spread wide, my body throbbing for him. Needy for him.
The thing that scares me the most, is that I don’t even know how it happened. How it got this bad.
All I know is that somehow, someway, Lorenzo De Luca has crawled under my skin. Into my veins. Into my very soul.
I want him to take me, to fuck me raw and hard until I can’t see or think or breath.
I want him to fill every single hole in my body with his cock, to make me scream his name.
To make me beg for more.
I arch into his lips, letting out a loud moan as his tongue circles around my nipple.
He bites down on it gently before sucking it into his mouth, his teeth raking against the skin.
My head tips my back bowing off of the couch as pleasure sweeps through me. My fingers fist into his hair, holding him in place.
He moves to my other breast, giving it just as much attention.
My pussy clenches, my juices running down my thighs.
“Please,” I beg. “Lorenzo, please.”
He ignores me, instead kissing his way down my stomach.
“Lorenzo,” I choke out again.
He spreads my thighs wider, his gaze heating as he stares at my pussy. “I’m going to eat you, Elena.” His voice is rough and dark, his eyes hot. “I’m going to lick your cunt until you’re coming on my face.”
I whimper as he licks up my slit. My hands fist into the couch below me, holding on for dear life.
He buries his face between my thighs, his tongue dragging up my slit before circling around my clit.
I cry out as the feeling sweeps through me, my thighs trembling. “Lorenzo,” I gasp.
His lips move faster against me, his tongue teasing me. He pushes a finger inside of me, crooking it upwards.
I let out a cry, my orgasm rushing through me. My thighs squeeze his head, holding him in place as my body trembles with pleasure.
But he doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up. He keeps licking me, keeps pumping his finger in and out of me until another orgasm rolls through me.
I’m breathless by the time he raises his head, his chin glistening with my juices.
“Please,” I whisper again, reaching up for him. “Please, Lorenzo.”
He leans up over me, kissing me softly. I can taste myself on his lips, smell myself on his skin.
It drives me crazy, makes my pussy clench with want.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispers against my lips. “Tell me.”
“I want you,” I whisper back. “I want you to fuck me.”
Lorenzo’s smile grows wider as he stands up, pulling off his clothes.
His cock springs free, hard and thick. Long.
My throat dries at the sight of it, my pussy aching for him.
“I don’t think I can take all of that,” I whisper, swallowing thickly. “I don’t think it will fit.”
He chuckles as he reaches down for me, pulling me up to sitting. His cock brushes against my entrance, his pre-cum dripping on my pussy.
My eyes fly to his, my mouth dropping open. “No,” I whisper. “Please.”
“Yes,” he whispers back, pushing in just an inch. “I’m fucking you raw, Elena. I want to fill your cunt up with my cum.”
I choke on the words, my pussy throbbing at the thought.
“Please,” he echoes me back.
His hand fists in my hair, yanking me forward roughly as he thrusts inside of me.
I scream out as his cock fills me, stretching me open. His girth is so wide, so thick, that it’s painful. That it burns.
But it’s a good hurt. A good burn.
It feels like a brand, like he’s marking me. Claiming me.
I whine as he holds himself inside of me for a second, giving me time to adjust.
“Good girl,” he whispers, slowly starting to move. “Take me.”
He lets go of my hair, grabbing my hips instead and lifting them off of the couch.
He pulls back and slams into me again, making my back hit the couch with a loud smack.
I let out a moan, my nails digging into his arms.
“Yes,” I cry out. “More. Please.”
He doesn’t hold back after that. Doesn’t spare me a bit of mercy.
He fucks me hard and rough, slamming into me over and over again. Making my body slam against the couch underneath us. Making my screams echo around the room.
I can’t catch my breath, can’t do anything but take what he gives me. Can’t do anything but beg for more.
“Lorenzo-” My cry cuts off as I feel myself start to tip over the edge again.
He reaches between us and rubs my clit roughly, pushing me over into my orgasm. My pussy clenches around his cock, trying desperately to hold him inside of me.
He groans loudly, pumping faster. His balls slap against my ass with each thrust.
And then he comes too, filling my pussy with his hot seed. Filling me until it runs down my thighs and onto the couch.
My eyes close with pleasure as I feel his cum inside of me. Feel his cock throb and twitch.
He leans forward, brushing my hair off of my forehead as he kisses me softly.
I open my eyes and meet his gaze, letting him see the truth for once.
See how much I want him. How much I need him.
Even if it’s wrong, I need him.
* * *
I don’t move, just let Lorenzo wrap his arms around me and lift me up.
His cum runs down my leg as he carries me out of the office and back to my room. Back to my bed.
He lays me down on the mattress and then slides in beside me, his arm wrapping around my waist.
He kisses my neck softly, his breath feathering against my skin. “Get some rest, baby,” he whispers. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
I don’t even bother responding. My eyes are already closing, my body exhausted from all the emotions and feelings I’ve experienced today.
And even though there are still so many questions, so many unknowns, I know one thing for sure.
Lorenzo De Luca owns me. Heart and soul.
I’m his now.
And I have no idea if that’s a blessing or a curse. Maybe both.
I fall asleep with tears running down my cheeks. Tears of joy, sadness, confusion, and hope.
Maybe things will change soon.
Maybe I won’t be a prisoner for long.
Maybe I’ll finally get some answers. Finally be free.
But for now?
For now, I belong to him. Body and soul. Heart and mind.
And nothing will ever change that. Nothing will ever take that from me.
THE END.