“No!” I shriek out, holding my legs together. If he wants something from me, he will have to take it because I am not giving him anything.
He smiles again, pulling my pants and panties from my ankles so my legs can be moved freely.
“Yes,” he growls, his hands gripping my upper thighs.
“No,” I counter back with the same amount of intensity. “I refuse to have sex with you yet.”
His hands skim up my thighs and up my stomach until one is tilting my chin up to him, and the other is playing with a lock of my hair.
“I won’t fuck you yet,” he says softly, his breath tickling my face, and it is then, when we are nose to nose, that I can really see gold flakes in his eyes. They almost make him look like a lion.
“What will you do then?” I’m not naïve. I’m young, still very much a virgin, but I’m not stupid. I’ve made out with boys and let them feel me up, but it never went as far as I am now—naked from the waist down.
“I need to release some tension, and instead of calling a high-class whore, I figured I have you here, so why not use you…” Use me. The words make acid build up in my stomach. He leans forward, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip.
A spark of pain and pleasure shoots straight to my core. He is fire to my insides, igniting something inside of me that I have never felt before, even though it feels wrong, and being used is something I don’t want, his lips feel right. His hands on me feel right. Our hearts beating as one feels even more right.
“Let me...” he begs, his kisses on my neck cause my chest to feel feverish. I can’t tell which way is up or down, and a burning feeling is settling into my core, all I can do is nod my head in response. He lays me back down, kissing a small path over my neck before lifting my spaghetti top and blazing a fire of kisses across my stomach.
Once I realize he is going further south, all the fuzzy feelings leave me. I have never had that done before, and I’m not sure I want to try it now. I clam up, but my insides are still burning with need. I don’t know what to do because there is no way my legs are spreading. At this moment, I hate being so inexperienced.
Enzo obviously notices my hesitation as he pulls away, his eyes seeking mine.
“I’ve never even done this…” I trail off, completely embarrassed with myself and lack of sexual conquests.
He smiles, and I’ll be damned if my insides don’t jump up and down. “It’s okay. I will be careful, I promise this won’t hurt. Just let me in…” His breath is deliciously hot against my skin. I know, even if he doesn’t say it, this is part of the agreement, I came with him for this.
Spreading my legs just the slightest bit, I bite my lip hard to stop myself from crying out. The simplest movements have me on the edge.
He looks down at me, a hunger so deep and primal within him, I wonder if he has changed into an animal.
He lingers over my lady bits before bringing his eyes back up to mine.
“You’re beautiful and untainted. You really are mine in every…single…way.” His fingers separate my folds before I hear him drop to his knees. All I can feel is his hot breath on my entrance. I close my eyes as confusion and lust fill every pore of my body. I can’t help but feel like I’m betraying myself. I want him, I admit, but to want him this badly after all he has done, after only knowing him a short time… Is it wrong?
I’m not given the chance to answer my own question. His tongue slips between my folds as he gives me a full lick from bottom to top. Biting my lip hard, I try my hardest not to let the moan escape, but it echoes throughout the room loudly.
“Tell me, does this feel good?” he questions, his thick finger entering me slowly, so slowly that it almost hurts.
“Ahhh…” Is all I can manage as he slides in and out of me, so slowly, I would much rather have him put that gun to my head again.
“Or this?” His tongue dives in as he pumps in and out of me. He sucks my clit into his mouth while nipping, tenderly. I’m on the very edge, but he somehow stops me from coming.
“Yes,” I pant out. My hands go straight to his hair. It’s soft and makes me want to do so many more things than what we are currently doing.
“Am I a monster, piccolo?” His voice is just above a whisper. When I don’t answer him, I hear his growl and feel his assault on my clit.
“Yes…Yes…Yes…” I scream. I’m so close to getting my release. I feel myself growing wetter with every slip of his finger inside.
“I am?” he questions with amusement in his voice. He is enjoying torturing me, and that alone makes him a monster. His finger withdraws from me only to be replaced by his tongue. He swirls it around, dipping it in and out. Never giving me enough.
“I’m dying,” I groan. I feel as if I am dying since my body is on the verge of climax, but he won’t let me get there.
“Death, piccolo, wouldn’t be nearly as peaceful or pleasurable,” he purrs against my clit, giving it one last tug before he inserts two fingers inside me. He pulls his face away as he places one hand on my lower abdomen and uses his other to plow in and out of me.
“Fuuuuuck…”
“Yes?”
“Yes…I mean, no. Wait, what was the question?” I feel my ass cheeks sliding across his desk. The intensity of his thrusting with me pushing against him pushes me over the edge. My insides clench, and the burning consumes me as a deep warmth radiates gloriously throughout my body.
I feel myself falling back down to earth. My eyes are heavy, and every part of my body feels like I have been through the wringer. I smile blissfully. He may be an evil man, someone who kills people with his hands and guns, but he definitely knows how to pleasure a woman. He can cause you extreme pain or bring you to great lengths of pleasure.
“Coming back down to earth, piccolo?” he teases, his tongue running across my stomach, dipping into my belly button. I tense as my body is still reeling with aftershocks. I can’t handle anymore, and I whimper as I pull my legs together.
“Yes, you are still a monster,” I murmur as I find my voice again. My brain slowly returns to its normal function when I sit up, I take in his messy hair and the dashing smile on his face. His eyes twinkle with darkness, need, and even a want deep within. I smile smugly to myself as I realize I affected him this way.
“I am. This, I already know. I possess the tools to kill someone with pain or pleasure.” His words are like silk to my insides, melting me over and over again. He doesn’t even have to touch me. This is dangerous; he is dangerous.
The papers that were on his desk have fallen to the floor. I gaze down at his cock. The material of his shorts is tented, letting me know he is very hard and very ready for more.
I have seen videos of girls giving blow jobs and guys eating girls out. I often imagine doing it, but nothing compared to the real thing.
“It’s your turn,” Lorenzo coaxes. “I want your lips wrapped around my cock. That’s all I want today.”
Just a blow job. I can do that. He just made me come, I’m merely returning the favor.
Slipping from the desk, I drop to my knees. The plush carpet against my legs makes me shiver. His smile slips as I tug his pants down and release him. His cock springs free like a caged animal.