Page 28 of Paolo DeLuca
Because you don’t want her to see you any differently.
Paolo growled, frustrated with what he had to divulge. Pissed that it was his fault she was in this shit to begin with.
Why couldn’t I just follow my goddamn rules? Fuck it!
“A woman I used to see has been following you. She threatened you. That’s why I came over. Lyric, I assure you it wasn’t just to fuck you, although I’m glad it happened. I’m glad we were together last night.”
Her pacing paused at his words. “Why would she threaten me? I don’t even know who this woman is?”
Paolo rose to pull Lyric into his embrace. She jerked away from him, fury in her eyes. He dragged his hand down his face. This woman incensed him. Fuck, Lyric was right. She didn’t need him for anything. Didn’t need him to take care of her. She’d been doing just fine on her own. Lyric was a strong, independent woman. It was part of what he liked about her. But he knew best when it came to situations like this. He had to make her see reason.
“Look, Lyric. She is coming after you because she thinks you mean something to me.”
Her hands were on her hips as she listened to his explanation. “And do I?”
Paolo turned away from her. Was he ready to admit she did? She meant more to him than anything in the world.
“Do you what?”
“Damn it, Paolo!” Lyric yelled. “Do I fucking mean something to you?”
“Do you think you’d be here if you didn’t?” He outstretched his arms to encompass everything around them. “Damn it, Lyric.”
Paolo marched toward his window and looked down on his city. He had an entire empire the name DeLuca afforded him, but this curvaceous, mouthy, beautiful artist could bring him to his knees, to ruin if she wanted to. He prayed to God that was not what she wanted.
The sensation of her touch climbing up his back made him relax. “Lyric, run as far as you can from me.”
His plea fell on deaf ears as Lyric’s arms snaked around his waist, and he felt the heat of her breath on the back of his neck from the slightest pressure of her soft lips.
“You may not
know this about me, but I don’t scare easily,” she said. “I don’t run.”
She broke him.
Paolo couldn’t resist her any longer. He faced Lyric, gathering her into his arms. He kissed her with so much passion, that he couldn’t be gentle the way he wanted to be. Paolo encouraged her as he grabbed her ass, coaxed her legs around him, then carried her to his room. He’d never brought a woman home before and never into the sanctuary of his bedroom. Paolo laid her gently on his bed. He was determined to go slow. The want in him almost took over as she gazed up at him, so open and trusting.
“I could lose myself in you,” he confessed, pulling her skirt and underwear down. He’d wanted to taste her last night, but their lovemaking was too volatile and urgent for the attention her pussy needed.
Lyric moaned at his first lick, splaying her legs open wider for his access. She tangled her fingers in his hair when he sucked on her clit, then slid his finger inside her to a rhythm he set.
“Your pussy is so perfect,” he groaned as a deep moan echoed across the room.
His tongue replaced his fingers as Lyric’s hold on the back of his head tightened, and her hips bucked to his pace. She was close. Paolo could feel her pussy contract around his tongue as he plunged in and out of her.
“Paolo,” she whispered his name as she came. Paolo continued to suck until she came down, lapping up every drop she had to give. When she was done, panting in her post orgasmic haze, he stood, quickly shedding his clothing.
“You’re fucking beautiful.”
Lyric reached for him. “I want you inside me.”
Paolo obliged, remembering to take this slow and easy. He glided into her, giving her time to adjust to him. Inch, by agonizing inch, he filled the woman who his heart was convinced he would spend the rest of his life with. He just couldn’t wrap his head around it… yet.
Lyric wrapped her legs around his waist, the angle pulling him deeper and deeper into her wetness. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he pulled almost out of her and drove back in. He thrust over and over again, pushing the both of them to the precipice. Going slow was out the window from the moment he slid into her and her softness conformed to his ridgeness. Paolo pounding into her relentless, taking out all of the frustration of their situation. Fuck Cali for coming after her. And fuck him for not being able to stay away from her. Her moans rose as her walls began to flutter around his dick. Paolo grunted with the strength
of her contractions. He couldn’t hold on any longer.
“Let go, Lyric. Just let go.”
And she obeyed. Wave after wave of her orgasm crashed down on him, finally pulling his climax from him. He grunted into her neck as he held firm deep into her sex, then collapsed on top of her. They laid in one another’s arms for a long while, but for the life of him, he couldn’t settle into her or relax. He put her in this situation, and now the only way to get her out was to get to Cali.
