Her pussy fluttered around his cock, and he gritted his teeth, trying to hold onto whatever sanity he had left, which didn’t feel like a lot.His mind was completely blown.But he found some respite as Clarissa started to wriggle on his length.
“Do you like that, baby?”he asked.She let out a moan, which he could only assume was her agreeing.
He gave Clarissa the chance to wriggle on his length, working her ass over his dick.There was only so much he could take, so he grabbed her hips and pulled her back, working his cock into her pussy.
It wasn’t enough.He needed more.
Letting go of her hips, he reached up, grabbed her shoulders, and lifted her up, so she was in his arms, and there was no chance of her letting go.He held her close and wrapped his arms around her.
Clarissa turned her head, and he cupped her face, kissing her.At the same time, he pumped his cock inside her.With his other hand, he crossed it over her body, cupping one of her tits as he started to thrust inside her.He wanted to consume every single part of her, and not let a moment go.
He held her tightly.And he was close.It shocked him how close he was, but he didn’t hold back.The moment she took him to the edge, he fell into oblivion and kissed her as he spilled his seed into her waiting pussy.
There was no one else he wanted more.
Chapter Eleven
Clarissa collapsedagainst him with a little laugh.They hadn’t left her sewing room, but they had just finished their fourth sex-a-thon.At least, she believed it was their fourth, as she collapsed on top of him.Their first one was Lorenzo taking her from behind, and that had blown her world.The second had been missionary, but it felt even closer than ever.The third time, they’d been spooning, and Lorenzo lifted her leg and made love to her exactly like that, while also bringing her to orgasm.Their fourth time together, she had climbed on top, and Lorenzo had shown her what he liked from his woman.
He was still inside her, and she was collapsed over him.
“I have a feeling we’re going to need to take a shower,” she said.However, part of her didn’t want to leave her sewing room, because it was proving one thing—sewing rooms were freaking awesome.Anything could happen in them.
“Yeah, and then, once we get all cleaned up, I can make you all dirty again,” he said, running his hand down her ass and giving it a squeeze.
She chuckled.“You know, there was a time I wouldn’t even imagine doing anything like this in the sewing room, or even through the day.”She couldn’t help but smile down at him.
“I’m glad I’m helping to broaden your horizons.”
She giggled.“It’s fun.I don’t think this is what my grandma had in mind when she told you to build me a sewing room.”
He groaned.“Don’t talk about your grandma.”
She couldn’t help but giggle.
“She was a good woman, you know.She loved and cared about you,” Lorenzo said, pushing some of her hair out of the way.
