AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Who I fuck is none of his business,” I said with a shrug.
Lorenzo turned to me, getting right up in my face. I stepped and my back hit the wall just next to the door.
“Am I just a fuck?” he asked. His face was so close to mine, our breath mingled.
“We’re not getting into that right now,” I said.
“When?” Lorenzo demanded.
“Just fuck me, Lorenzo,” I said. I couldn’t get serious, talk about shit I didn’t have my head wrapped around. Did I love being with Lorenzo? Absolutely. It just wasn’t that simple.
Nothing was these days.
Lorenzo stopped trying to label things and kissed me. He pushed me up against the wall, grinding himself against me, and that was all I wanted. His tongue slid into my mouth, and I put everything out of my mind, giving myself over to what it felt like to be with him.
Incredible.
Lorenzo had always made me feel like there was more to explore, more to figure out.
He cupped my chin, cradling it in his palm before he slid his hand onto my neck. His hand was large, my neck slim. I shivered at the feel of his fingers around my throat. His eyes were dark and daring when he broke the kiss, and I struggled to read what was going on behind them. The hunger was clear, but there were emotions, too—a lot of them.
Lorenzo suddenly dropped to his knees and pushed my dress to the side, the slit straining against itself on my thigh. Lorenzo curled his fingers around the string around my hips and pulled my panties down. I stepped out of my shoes, and Lorenzo dove between my legs. I heard the material of the dress rip when he pulled the fabric too far and the slit ran up higher.
I didn’t care.
Lorenzo’s tongue on my clit overpowered every thought, and I closed my eyes and got lost in the sensation. I lifted one leg to give him more room, and Lorenzo sucked my clit into his mouth. He sucked and licked me until my legs trembled, and I struggled to keep myself upright. He pushed his fingers into me again, sucking my clit while he did, and it was all I needed to push me over the edge.
I cried out, rolling my lips so that I whimpered through my nose so I didn’t make too much noise, and I fell apart into Lorenzo’s hand. He balanced me between his hand and mouth, and the waves of ecstasy crashed into me so that the one leg I balanced on collapsed.
Lorenzo gripped my hips, holding me up. Thank God I’d kicked off the heels before we’d started or I would have fallen off them.
When the pleasure subsided, Lorenzo let go of me, and I gasped.
He climbed to his feet, towering over me again, and he all but ripped the dress from my body. I undid the plunging bra—it was a challenge even for lingerie-adept men like Lorenzo, and just like that, I was naked, and he was still fully dressed.
I pushed his blazer off his shoulders, and he shrugged out of it while I ran my hands over his chiseled chest, visible through his low-buttoned shirt.
He undid the bottom buttons, and I helped him pull the shirt off, too.
I fiddled with his buckle, but Lorenzo pushed my hands away and kissed me again. He pushed me up against the wall, my hands pinned on either side of my head, and I moaned as he grinded his hard cock against my bare pussy. His zipper was hard, but the burst of pain only egged me on, making me hotter, wetter for him.
Lorenzo lifted my hands above my head and took both wrists together in one large, strong hand. He unzipped his pants with his other hand and pulled his cock free. He let go of my hands only to lift me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He held onto me, pushing me against the wall, and his cock found my entrance.
When he entered me, I cried out, and Lorenzo fucked me against the wall, pumping into me. I held onto him so I wouldn’t fall, but he had me, and he was completely in charge of what would happen.
The feel of his thick cock sliding in and out of me, gravity pulling me down so he pushed in deeper, was so fucking incredible, and I was tight and sensitive after my intense orgasm.
“Fuck, Celine,” Lorenzo bit out in a gruff voice right by my ear, and I couldn’t have said it better myself.
After a while, Lorenzo carried me to the bed. He laid me down on the mattress and continued fucking me. I cried out as his thrusts grew faster and faster, and his cock larger and larger inside me, filling me up so that my body had to stretch to accommodate him.
I was on the verge of my second orgasm when Lorenzo pulled out.
I moaned in protest—he kept teasing me, making sure I knew I was at his mercy. This was payback for me playing so damn hard to get, giving him hell all the way through.
God, if this was what payback felt like, I would keep paying all night.
Lorenzo pulled down his pants and kicked them off, getting rid of his shoes along with them, and finally, he was naked, too.
