Page 179 of Lorenzo

I help her slide off the desk so she can pull them off, along with her panties. In one move, I yank her shirt over her head, removing her bra as well.

Before she can react in surprise, I have one perfect nipple in my mouth.

She arches back with a gasp, tangling her hands in my hair. Her breath hitches, a soft, needy sound.

Her response is immediate and raw. Her back bows, her nipple pebbling against my tongue. I suck harder, my free hand kneading her other breast, thumb circling the sensitive peak.

“Lorenzo,” she gasps, her hips grinding against me. “Please.”

I lift my head, my gaze meeting hers. Her eyes are wide, her cheeks flushed with arousal. Her hair is a mess, her lips swollen from my kisses.

She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

And I am going to make her mine.

I spin her around and press her against the desk. She lands on her hands, her ass in the air. I unfasten my belt and trousers and free my cock.

Then I am inside her.

I go slow, savoring the feeling of her body stretching to accommodate me. Her back arches, a long, low moan escaping her lips.

“More,” she begs.

I give her more. I pull out almost all the way, then thrust back in, hard and deep.

She cries out, her body trembling. Her inner walls clench around me, her body urging me on.

I set a punishing pace, my hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. The only sounds in the room are our harsh breaths, the slick sounds of our bodies moving together, and the desk groaning under our weight.

Donna is loud, uninhibited. She cries out my name with each thrust, her body moving with mine, her hands gripping the edge of the desk so tightly her knuckles are white.

“Lorenzo, I’m—” she gasps.

Her body goes taut, and then she is shuddering, her walls clamping down on me as she comes. Her cries fill the room in a sound of pure pleasure.

I resist the urge to follow her over the edge.

Instead of letting her go limp, I pull out of her quickly, making her gasp in shock. I spin her around and slide my hand into her hair, bringing her face close to mine, almost dragging her to her toes.

"Did I say you could come?" I growl, my grip on her hair tightening, my other hand gripping her ass, keeping her naked body pressed tightly against my dressed one.

I wait. I love her fire.

Her eyes narrow. A dangerous glint appears in them.

"I didn't hear you ask for permission to breathe," she says, her hands pushing against my chest.

She’s trying to push me away, but there's no real strength in it. It's a token protest, a final act of defiance before she surrenders completely. I know her. I know she wants this as much as I do.

I tighten my grip on her hair, forcing her to look at me.

"Don't push me, Donna," I warn, my voice low and rough with desire. "You won't win."

She shivers, her body reacting to my words, to the dominance in my tone.

"Want to bet?" she challenges, her eyes never leaving mine.

I lean down, my lips brushing against hers.