“Creamy
wet, just like I like you.”
She had a moment of offense
thinking that’s all he wanted from her, just endless sex, but
she dismissed the thoughts. She wanted the same. The difference was
she had trouble keeping her heart out of it. Jada took mental
responsibility and squeezed his shoulder. “I want it, and I’m
ready. Put it in me.”
He smirked, but he didn’t
hesitate. He raised her hips and brought her down. She arched, and
without much guidance, his big dick slid easily up her channel. This
time she couldn’t hold back the cry. Her lashes fluttered low,
and she called out his name. To her surprise, Renzo stilled.
“ Did I hurt you?”
She blinked at him. “Of
course not. Why did you stop?”
“ The baby…”
“ The baby is fine.”
She wiggled her hips, driving him deeper, and arched so his cock slid
out a little way. Reaching behind her, she found his balls and gave
them a gentle stroke before she came down hard on his shaft. “Yes!
We liked it like this, rough and so good, Renzo.”
His hold tightened. “We
will be gentle and take it slow.”
He didn’t give her the
chance to complain. His hips, grinding slowly into hers, his hand at
her lower back guiding her into a controlled rhythm, stole the
ability to do anything other than feel. Jada shut her eyes and sagged
against Renzo. She concentrated on the sensation of how he filled
her, withdrew and filled her again. He ran his other hand up her back
and cupped the base of her head. She listened to his whispered words
in Italian, not knowing the meaning but lost in the seductive flow
all the same. Her clit swelled, and the way Renzo entered her, he
brushed her g-spot over and over. An orgasm began to build inside her
core.
“ R-Renzo,” she
stuttered.
“ Sei mia ,”
he responded.
She trembled and screamed through
her climax. Renzo crushed her to him with an arm around her waist and
a flat palm over her ass. He raised and lowered her on his cock
nonstop. Their lips met, but they didn’t kiss. Desperation to
be consumed by this man rose in her belly. She struggled to catch her
breath. Her name fell from his lips while they still pressed to hers.
He grunted and froze, and then she felt it, his hot seed spilling
inside. Tears wet the corners of her eyes, but she blinked them away
and scrubbed the evidence behind his head.
When he was done, Renzo leaned
her away and studied her face. Jada tilted her head to the side,
offering him a smirk. “Do you think that’s enough for
me?”
He rose up, carrying her with
him. “Not at all. That was the beginning. I fully intend to
possess your body all night long, and then you will rest as late as
necessary in the morning.”
“ Renzo.”
He set her on her feet long
enough to dry her with an oversize towel. Then he dried himself and
raised her into his arms. All Jada’s protests fell on deaf ears
until he got to the bedroom and laid her on sheets already turned
down. How many nights had he tossed her there and brought his heavy
bulk down as if he would crush her? She’d loved every minute of
it. Tonight, he seemed determined to treat her like glass, and that
was hot too.
She ran a hand over his chest,
luxuriating in the solid muscle. For a moment, their gazes locked,
and she expended extra effort to hide the emotions she knew lurked in
her heart for him. He didn’t need to know how she really felt.
Let him think it was all about the lust that burned up her flesh and
set her pulse racing. Sure, she wanted him—like no other man in
existence. Her lips ached to touch his body, her tongue to taste his
hot skin.
She rolled over and pushed him to
his back to straddle his hips. Leaning down, she stuck her tongue out
and almost rejoiced in the salty goodness of his chest. A trail over
one flat nipple brought shudders beneath her. She grinned at him and
brought her teeth down to nip the small peak. Renzo growled.
“ What do you think you’re
doing?” he asked in a voice hardly more than a