A broken sob tore out of me. I tried to rock against him, chase the friction, anything, but his grip on my wrists turned brutal and his other hand clamped down on my hip, pinning me to the seat so completely I couldn’t move an inch.
“No—no, don’t stop, please—” My voice cracked, frantic. I writhed, trying to clench around him, desperate tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. “I was so close, please, Lorenzo, I’ll do anything—”
He just watched me.
Dark eyes glittering in the low light, lips parted, chest heaving. He looked like a predator who’d finally cornered his prey and decided to play with it a little longer.
“Look at you,” he said, voice rough velvet. “Begging so pretty. You want to come on my c**k that badly?”
“Yes—please, yes—”
He leaned down, mouth brushing mine, not quite
