Red

CHAPTER 38.

Quietness. I clung selfishly to the absence of sound, drifting freely through the calming darkness as I slept.

My lips trembled, a soft, shaky gasp escaping as I held to the darkness behind my closed eyes.

Unconsciously, I dug my fingers into the covers, forming a tight grip as a stiff, unfamiliar tension spread through my hole. I arched my back, hole quivering and expanded, pussy canal lengthening, widening as a tense-stiff tongue slid smoothly into my depths and took everything I gave.

And right there and then, my eyelids slipped open, eyes blurring as a hot mouth clamped over my hole, tongue tracing the curve of my pussy.

I eased up from the bed on weak knees, arching my back deeply as my hips lifted, pushing my ass into the air.

My lips dropped open, my eyes slowly going into the back of head as Lorenzo slurps me up,  a quick tremor ran through my lower body as I adjusted my thighs to widen, the motion causing my curves to jiggle gently.

"Ahh..wh-wh..."

My body shook from the hot air from his mouth, his spit pooled at my hole, it clenches it deep, and I gasp as it slide slowly from my hole, wet and slimy towards my clit. I crawled on shaky knees, escaping his mouth. His growl rolled low and deep, vibrating against the back of my thighs, pressing into me with a force that made it impossible to ignore every ounce of my resistance.

I tried to see him over my shoulders but only his messy chocolate hair, glinted in the moonlight as it flooded through the windows and unto the bed.

He tilted his head to the side, shifting his head closer to my pussy, and my mouth hang open as his tongue slides through my folds softly. Teasing me. Challenging me.

"Shh." He leaned closer, eyes dark, tone sharp. "Quiet, dolce. Don't move a muscle, or you'll wake them."

"What exactly are you doing," I said breathlessly, smirk teasing the edges of my words. And I felt the heat of our dominant spar coming on. "I don't want you touching me."

"A man's gotta eat," he growled, every word low and rough, sending shivers down my spine. "And right fucking now... what I want is your sweet fucking figa. Don't take it from me or else." (Pussy)

He lifted his head so that I could see him, glared down at me in a harshness I've never seen before.

I lifted my chin, smirk teasing the edges of my words. "Try me." My voice was steady, sharp, daring him to push harder.

He leaned closer, dark eyes locking on mine. "You're mine, dolce. Don't forget that." he stretch his tongue out and swipe it through my folds, hands still spreading my ass cheeks while speaking.

He leaned in slowly, shadows carving along his jaw, his breath brushing my pussy as his eyes locked on mine without a single move. But this time his voice muffled.

"I'll go insane if you're not fucking mine," he murmured, voice low and rough, like he was barely holding himself together, tongue slipping into my hole and fucking me back and forth. His tongue undulated and flexed, wriggling side to side with a relentless motion.

And I sobbed, my pussy clenching his tongue, the stiff length thrashed and twisted, curling from side to side, sliding and pushes back against the iron clasp. Tears rolled down my cheeks, my back lifted and arched, the curve sharp giving him more access to ruin me. Ruin me slowly. Ruin me to his control but I couldn't let him win. I couldn't never let him have dominion over me.

I held unto the sheets, my nipples hardening, toes curled as I gritted."Mine? You'll have to earn it don't forget who's in charge...ahh... I'm the boss of my fucking life."