37: She's Mine, Giovanni

A V E L I N A

I felt his tongue enter my mouth, and I couldn't stop the moan that left my lips.

He bit down on my bottom lip, and the sweet pain sent a tingling sensation straight to my core. I was wet in an instant.

"Lorenzo..." My voice was weak, and the desire was clear.

"This," he started, and moved his hand under my panties, stroking the folds of my wet pussy.

"This is mine." He said, and I nodded in agreement. "All mine."

I moaned. "Yours, all yours."

He smiled against my lips, and continued. "I will not let anyone touch you."

"Lorenzo," I pleaded, but I had no idea what for.

He moved his fingers faster and harder. The sounds of his fingers moving against my wetness was loud, and the pleasure was unbearable.

"Who do you belong to, Avelina?"

"You. You. Only you."

"Good girl. Now, stay." He turned to leave, and I watched him go.

He didn't turn back, not once. "Stay," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Please stay."

I collapsed on the ground, the tears leaving my eyes