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“So fuck me,” she breathed.

How was he supposed to refuse?

Renzo let go of her shirt, then, but only to tug his own off, too. She fell back to the bed, but he went with her as soon as he got his pants pulled down, and kicked away. Tugging clothing from her body with rough hands only made her laugh at his impatience. A sexy, high laugh that echoed in the quiet room, and reminded him of the kid in the next room that he really didn’t want to wake up. He slammed his hand over her mouth as she kicked off her pants, the final piece of clothing on her body except the panties covering her pretty pussy.

Fucking hell.

He wanted a taste of that, too.

More than she could possibly know.

Lucia bit the tips of his fingers, making Renzo cuss low as he pulled his hand away from her mouth. It seemed like she had her own tricks to play on him, really. His momentary distraction was enough for her to grab him by the arms, and pull him to the bed. In the next breath, she had them both flipped over on the bed so that she was straddling him in those black, cotton panties. Her tits caught his attention first as he looked up at her—perky and just big enough to fill his hands.

He stroked her taut nipples between his thumb and forefingers as she ground her hips in circles on his length. Around and around and around until a low, rumbling groan forced its way between his lips. He tipped his head back to the pillow, enjoying the way she felt while she teased him just a little too much.

Then, she was slipping down his body. Like a cat with claws already out and ready to drag down his body, her mouth trailed over his chest and across his stomach while her fingernails scored hot lines into his skin. He hissed from her fingernails, but moaned when she freed his cock from the confines of his boxer-briefs, and the head of his cock found the warm wetness of her mouth.

Her palms tightened at the base of his length, and her mouth sucked his tip while her tongue swirled teasing circles against sensitive flesh. He loved the way she moaned with his dick in her mouth—how the vibrations hammered through his cock, and straight down into his balls. He needed something to steady himself; something to make him feel like he had a little bit of control here because she couldn’t have it all.

He’d explode.

“Fuck, yeah, suck me like that,” Renzo grunted.

His hands found the strands of her hair. He used one to gather the curtain her hair made, blocking his view, and piled it on the top of her head so he could see what she was doing to him. Burning hazel slammed into his gaze, and he cursed at the sight of his thick cock stretching her mouth open. The way her saliva slicked up his dick every time her head bobbed. She grinned, her lips pulled back just enough to flash her white teeth before she dragged them over his length.

“Shit,” he choked.

God, yeah.

She was going to kill him.

“Easy, Lucia,” he warned.

She just did it again.

Goddamn tease.

Using his free hand, he wrapped his arm around her waist, grabbed tight, and yanked her sideways to get better access to her body. She was just close enough now that he could fit his hand between her thighs. There, he found her slick and hot against his fingertips. Her body shuddered the second his fingers slid along the seam of her sex.

Dripping, really.

Damn, she was wet.

“Does that get you hot?” he asked, sliding two fingers into her clenching pussy. “Sucking my dick—does it get you wet, babe?”

He didn’t need her to answer.

Not when he could see it in her eyes.

Yes, it absolutely did.

If anything, his fingers fucking her while she sucked his dick only spurred her on. The harder he fucked her with his fingers, the tighter she sucked on his cock. Lost in the sensation of her tongue dragging along the pulsing vein in his shaft and the sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of her sex, he didn’t feel the orgasm coming until it was almost too late to stop it.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled, yanking her off his cock before he blew his load way too early.

Lucia, wide-eyed and wet-lipped, barely managed to catch herself with her hands when he flipped her over on the bed. He pulled her to the very edge as he stepped off, widening her thighs while his fingers dug into her slicked skin. Because fuck yeah, she was wet enough that just his little bit of playing with her pussy had made her thighs glisten with her juices.

He heard her gasp when he bent down to lick along her inner thigh—he still wanted that taste, after all. His knuckles grazed her sex at the same time, and she let out a louder sound.