“Oh, fuck,” he whispers, slowing down the motion of his thrusts.
“What? What?” I ask, voice breathless, my pussy still hot and close, the pressure threatening to implode.
“Look,” he growls.
He slides out of me and palms my pussy, raising his hand to show me the vivid redness. It catches the light, glistening vermillion and brilliant on his fingertips.
“And it’s all for me,” he groans.
He opens his mouth and sucks it from his fingers, closing his eyes to savor the taste like a sommelier tasting a fine wine.
“Fucking perfect,” he whispers, reaching down and palming me again.
He slides his finger inside of me and moves it around, collecting as much of my juices as he can. Then he strokes his hand up and down his massive wet cock, coating it.
“How does it taste?” I whisper, heart pounding like it’s trying to escape.
“Naughty girl,” Lorenzo chuckles.
He caresses my pussy, painting his hand red again. Then he slides it lightly up my body, leaving a war paint like line from my pubis, across my belly, and right to my neck. He brings the remainder to my tingling lips.
“Open your mouth. Suck.”
I grab his wrist and part my lips, closing my lips around two of his fingers and sucking deeply. I feel my virginity blooming over my tongue and then flowing down my throat. It tastes tangy and somehow sweet, like candy.
He rubs me as I drink, his other hand sliding against my lips, grinding them together as he moves up and down, up and down, again and again until I think I’m going to burst for a second time.
“Enough,” he says, pulling his hand away. “We don’t want your juices to dry, do we?”
I giggle, looking down at his cock, glistening and ready. “Sorry. It just tastes so good.”
“I know,” he growls. “I’ll have to drink all of it afterward, open my mouth and shove it right up against your hole, gulping until I’ve drained you. But I’m a greedy man, my queen, and I want to fill you with my thick white cream. I need you to squirt for me like you did before.”
He grinds his cock back inside of me and then everything seems to pause, like the whole universe is just waiting to see what we’re going to do next. Or the rest of the world doesn’t exist.
It’s just us, me and my king, in this fancy hotel suite together.
His cock sends winged ecstasy all through me, filling my belly and fluttering right up to my chest.
I close my eyes and see nothing but red, as though my sweet hymen has painted the inside of my eyelids.
“I think I’m going to …”
“Come,” he growls, pumping again. “Come for me, Lena. Now.”
“Yes,” I scream.
I hug close to him and bite down on his shoulder, feeling like my teeth might shatter under the concrete surface of his skin. I bite harder as my pussy sets off fireworks, the orgasm battering me with light made hands.
“Oh, f-fuck,” I stammer.
Something lets go inside of me and drenches all over Lorenzo’s cock, my pleasure squirting out of me with unbelievable force.
“Drench me,” he growls. “Now, now. Now.”
“Ah,” I cry, as his cock hammers slickly inside of me.
He lets out a primal roar and I feel his cock pulsating inside of me, all eleven inches of him bulging and quivering as his seed writhes up his lengths and shoots hungrily inside of me.
I swear I can feel them swimming deeper into my pussy, writhing all the way to my womb and then leaping around like a homecoming.
I fall back, panting heavily, letting my eyes fall open.
Lorenzo holds himself inside of me as his cock starts to wilt slowly, a content smirk spread across his lips.
“You’re perfect,” he growls. “I knew it from the first moment I saw you and now I know it more than ever.”
I love you.
I clamp down my lips.
Heck, am I really going to ruin a beautiful moment with a declaration like that?
Get a hold of yourself, Lena.
“I’m so happy I met you, Lorenzo,” I whisper, the best alternative I can come up with.
We stare into each other’s eyes as he holds himself inside of me, and then his manhood quivers and hardens again, and his smirk deepens in the way a hunters would look when he gets a second wind.
“You animal,” I giggle, leaning up to bite his lip.
“You’re right,” he snarls. “I’m a fucking beast. But only for you.”
“Always,” I whisper, twitching my hips. “Always, Lorenzo.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Lorenzo
“Diego has learned his lesson,” Matteo says, reclining in the seat next to me as the sedan takes us through the city. It’s late afternoon and a peachy glow drapes itself over the skyscrapers like a blanket. Matteo strokes his mismatched mustache. “Business is booming. Life is good.”
“Diego’s lucky that camera didn't record anything,” I snarl. “If it did, he wouldn’t have gotten off so easily. He’s a goddamn idiot if he thinks I’d let anybody record the queen of my empire and get away with it.”
“I know,” Matteo says, shaking his head ruefully. “I don’t know what he was thinking. He must have had a death wish, crossing you like that.”
I laugh grimly. “Like I said, he’s lucky.”
Matteo runs a hand through his hair, fidgeting around.
“What?” I snap.
“What? Nothing.”
I smirk, baring my teeth. “Don’t lie to me, Matteo. You’ve been my consigliere since the start. You’ve got something to say, so say it.”
He sighs. “It’s just that you seem happier than I’ve ever seen you, boss. These past few days, it’s like all the work you’ve put in over the years has finally paid off. I’m happy for you. That’s all.”
“Thank you, old friend,” I say. “But let’s not get too damn emotional.”
He chuckles. “Of course not. What’ve you two got planned for today?”
I feel something unusual flip around in my belly, as though I’m not the most feared, respected man in the city, as
