Page 86 of Contempt

They didn’t even make it to the fucking hotel.

Renzo didn’t know what it was—maybe she wanted to feel something other than the confusion that constantly followed her around, or maybe it was the fact that she wanted to feel him. He didn’t know, but he also didn’t care.

How could he when he pulled the car into the private, underground garage and Lucia was already crawling into his lap? How could he care when she was kissing him like she was going to lick the fucking color from his lips and suck the air right out of his lungs?

Renzo didn’t even care about that.

He’d give her his life.

His hands skimmed under the skirt of her dress to drag it higher. He couldn’t wait to get his hands under those black panties of hers, and feel the slick pussy he knew it was covering. There was something silky about her sex—like he was the roughness, and she was the softness. He was going to ruin her, and she would always like it.

God.

“I want you,” she murmured against his mouth.

“You got me, baby.”

More than she would ever know.

He didn’t get the chance to feel her silky sex against his fingers because she grabbed for him, first. Her shaking hands worked the buttons and zipper on his jeans until she had them both opened. He lifted just high enough for her to get his jeans down. And when her hot palms found his length to wrap around tight?

Fuck.

“Yeah, shit, just like that,” he grunted out through clenched teeth, watching her hands stroke him fast and hard. She knew exactly how he liked it—she remembered. That kind of made him hotter than ever. “Did you think about this, Lucia? Did you think about getting those hands wrapped around my dick when you touched yourself? Did you get off to me, baby?”

“Every night.”

“Jesus Christ.”

There wasn’t any other response to that.

Lucia’s kiss found his again as her hands kept working his dick. His balls were already tight—he couldn’t fucking last with her. He just wanted to come so that he could bend her over, and fuck her again.

“Get me in your pussy,” he muttered against her lips. “I need to be in you when I come, Lucia.”

“Do you want me to get a condom—”

He had some in his pocket.

Always.

Just in case.

He just didn’t care.

“You good?” he asked.

That’s all he needed to know.

Because he was.

Just waiting on her …

“Yeah, I’m good,” she mumbled.

“Then let me fuck you, Lucia.”

He moved her panties to the side as she fitted the head of his swollen dick against her pussy. She hovered there for a brief second, dragging in heaving breath after heaving breath. Her lips were pinker than normal—her cheeks flushed.