Page 69 of Indulging Temptation (Tempting the Heart #1)

Baring my teeth to her ear lobe, I tug on it before making my way back to her ear so she can hear me crystal clear.

“If you think for a second that you have to beg to be mine, you’re wrong.

You’re mine. Same way I’m yours. You’ll never have to question how I feel for you.

We’re tied to each other through a soul connection. I’m never letting go.”

I adjust myself upward, freeing my cock from my pants and kneel at her backside. “ But …if you are in the mood to beg, begging for how you want me first is a good start.” I tease her wet pussy with a kiss.

“Inside me.”

Say less.

Remaining on all fours, Lorena arches her back, and the shift in movement causes my tongue to plunge deeper into her pussy.

I moan at the contact, gladly being suffocated by her sex.

A place that I would die a happy, satisfied man, if it ever came down to that.

I could think of worse ways to go than worshipping at the altar of the love of my life.

With each moan I make vibrating against her center, she becomes plumper in my mouth. I can feel her orgasm on the horizon.

Knowing the tempo she prefers, the same one that will get her to climax, while also allowing me more time to eat her out, I switch pace, opting for softer yet still concentrated strokes of my tongue.

Using my piercing to my advantage, hitting her sensitive bundle of nerves with just enough pressure that she becomes a quivering mess.

It isn’t until she comes that I allow myself to enter her.

Guilt still strikes me, I’ve made it a personal rule of mine that before I get any pleasure from Lorena, it isn’t until I’ve made her come at least two times, sometimes more.

But I can’t help myself. Not when I have her here, in our room, bent over with her perfect ass up high in our bed, begging me to fuck her.

“Fuck me,” she mewls as I line up to her entrance, first sliding it up and down, coating it with her arousal before I slip inside her warmth.

I keep my thrusts shallow, aiming for her g-spot as I squeeze her bound wrists resting at the small of her back.

I stay this way, until I feel her tighten and pulse around my cock, and only then, when she’s coming down from the high of a second orgasm, I increase the pace, fucking her with deep, attentive, thrusts.

“You feel so fucking good,” I whimper, unable to contain myself.

“How good?” she asks, through panted breaths.

“So. Fucking. Good. Mama.”

She moans in response as her cheek falls to the mattress.

With her head to the side, she looks at me through the corner of her eye, and there’s no missing the devious and delicious grin that spreads across her face.

“I like watching you fuck me,” she says, clearly not lying, because seconds later, as I pour my release into her, I’m met with the tight friction of a third orgasm from her.

We remain with eyes locked on each other, both riding out the waves of our orgasm. I could stay like this forever. It’s a view — and a feeling — I’ll never tire of.

I only pull out when I sense her wrists are tired from being contorted as they are, so I can grab the key. One by one I free her wrists, though the second she goes to sit up, I gently push her back in place.

“What is it?” she breathes.

My hand skims her inner thigh, gathering the remnants of my come that has begun to slip out. I continue to dance my fingers up her leg and back to her swollen center.

“Ssh,” I whisper, as I dive my come soaked fingers into her. I fuck her for a few slow and steady pumps like this, until I see there’s more of my release to collect.

With each pass I make at her skin and then to her pussy, she circles her hips.

“I like when you do that,” she moans.

“Good, because I like seeing you full of me.” I seal my words with one final thrust of my hand inside her, securing my come in its rightful home. “And like you, I like watching me fuck you.”

As I take my hand out of her, I expect her to roll over and want to cuddle like we usually do, but she crawls on the mattress over to my side of the bed instead, reaching at the makeshift nightstand.

I’m about to ask her what she’s doing, but the rolling paper and fresh bud on the tray I keep there answers my question for me.

“Post-sex smoke session?” I ask her.

“Yes, please.”

“You got it.”

I roll us a joint and reach for my lighter. “Make yourself comfortable,” I direct her, nudging my head over to the top of the bed.

Lorena crawls under the cover, propping her head on the wall waiting for me to lean back and join her.

“Abre la boca,” I instruct her.

Lorena’s lip becomes trapped beneath her teeth, kneading it slowly. “I don’t know what’s hotter, how well you’re starting to pick up on our Spanish lessons, or hearing you tell me to open my mouth, while you have a joint in your hand for me.”

“How about both. Now open that pretty mouth of yours so you get first hit.”

She parts her lips, waiting for me to slip the rolled paper in her mouth, but I can’t help myself. I have to take the opportunity to kiss her first.

Thankfully, she’s gotten over her no kissing thing, and meets my lips with a kiss so passionate it lights my soul on fire.

Anytime we’re together, I become too lost in the moment.

Too consumed in the perfection of our love that I don’t focus on anything but her, and the feeling she gives me each time I’m with her.

It’s a calm like I’ve never experienced before.

A blessing that I’m not quite sure I’m deserving of, but one I’ll take nonetheless.

As our lips part, I fill the emptiness with the joint in her mouth, staring as her plump lips purse around the paper as I light it for her.

She sucks in a hit that makes my stoner heart sing before passing it to me, exhaling smoke seductively my way.

“I hope you like the food I made,” Lorena says with an adorably coyness to her. “I know you’re the chef, but I wanted to make you something to celebrate your big win.”

Taking a hit, I exhale the smoke before bringing her hand to my lips to kiss. “Of course I will, but before we eat, there’s something I want to tell you.”

She squints at me as she takes a quick hit. “Yes?”

Trying to maintain a straight face, which is impossible looking at how adorable — and sexy — she is with that freshly fucked glow she has with her arms crossed and hip to the side, I muster through anyway to say what I need to say.

“I regret to inform you that you are no longer my media liaison, effective immediately.”

“Are you firing me, Chef Amato?”

I close the space between us, tipping her chin up with my hand.

“Mhm.” I press a kiss to her lips.

“What did I do to deserve to be fired?” she asks, playing along.

I shrug. Keeping her chin in my possession, I go over her question. “What sounds better, Chef Amato-Ramos or Chef Ramos-Amato?”

“Santino.” Her eyes widen, not in horror but with emotion…excitement.

“You’re right. I mean. Chef Santino Amato-Ramos or Chef Santino Ramos-Amato.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You asked what you did to deserve to be fired. I know I’m getting a little ahead of myself.”

“A little?” she asks, with a slight eye roll that actually makes me nervous.

Catching on, she brings her hand to my facial hair, stroking it with her fingers.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it. But you still haven’t answered my question. What did I do to deserve to be fired? Did I not do my job well?” Lorena bats her eyelashes.

“You did. So well. The best .”

“Do you not like having me around?” she asks with a playful pout.

“I fucking love having you around. So much so, that I want you to live with me here, the same way I want you to follow your passions. Like you’ve inspired me to follow mine.”

“No, that’s silly.” Lorena smiles, then sighs. “Besides, I’m not sure what my passion is. Aside from you, that is.”

I take her into my arms. “No, the only thing silly is if you don’t follow your passions.

I think we can both agree that life is too short not to pursue them.

I’ve pursued mine, both in career and in love.

I have you. Now you need to complete yours.

You have me. By the balls and my heart. Now you just need to do what serves you. ”

“Fine.” She scoffs before kissing me before her eyes widen. “Wait, is that your way of proposing to me?”

I shake my head. “No, mama. When that day comes, it’s going to be more romantic than this.”

She pears around the room. “You mean more romantic than us spending the first night in our home together? Because I think that’s pretty romantic.”

“Yes.” I kiss her again.

Lips still pressed to mine she speaks. “And to answer your question. I like how Ramos-Amato sounds. I’ve always dreamed of having your last name behind mine. Sound good?”

“Yes, mi cielo.”

Yes, it does.