Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 132498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
He gives me what I want.
Rubbing furiously until I’m lifting my hips and begging for more.
“Touch me,” he rasps. I reach my hand out and grip his hardness at the base. Tugging upward, I draw a groan from him. “Fuck. That feels so good. I need to fuck you.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?” he asks, and I nod. “You’re going to let me fuck you?”
I nod again, and he shakes his head. “I need words, Victoria.”
“Please fuck me.”
He smirks at that, and it’s nearly my undoing.
He’s so damn handsome that I can barely take it.
I watch as he reaches into the pocket of his pants on the floor beside us and grabs a condom.
Lorenzo wastes no time slipping it on.
Then he’s back beside me, parting my legs, but instead of placing his cock there, he lines his face with my core.
His mouth moves to latch onto my clit.
I squirm beneath him, loving the sensation, but it’s so intense I can’t help but move.
“Shh,” he coos. “I got you. Let me take care of you.”
His tongue continues to devour me, as his finger slips inside me until he’s fucking me with his hand.
“I love how wet you are.”
I moan at his filthy words. Loving them. Needing them.
My head rolls back while Lorenzo strokes a spot inside me that drives me crazy. Before I know it, my vision is spotty, and it feels like a rubber band is pulled so tight it’s going to snap. “I want you to come on my dick.”
Before I can ask what he means, Lorenzo pulls his finger out and crawls on top of me. The tip of his cock is poised right outside my entrance.
“Are you sure you want this, Little Bird?”
I wiggle, lifting my hips so that the tip slips inside me.
“Someone is impatient.”
“Please,” I beg.
“Okay, but this is going to hurt,” he warns as he moves his hips. The tip of his cock slips farther inside me.
It feels so tight.
So snug.
It’s hard to breathe as he moves another inch. The feeling is weird but not unwelcome.
“I’m almost there,” he tells me, and I move my hips again. Another inch.
God, I feel so full.
“You ready?”
“Yes.”
Lorenzo pulls his hips back and then pushes forward. A snap of pain blurs my vision as he breaks through my resistance, but it’s not as bad as I thought it would be.
“Fuck,” Lorenzo grits through clenched teeth. “You feel so fucking good.”
For a moment, he doesn’t move his body, his lips finding mine and kissing me senseless.
I swirl my hips, testing the feeling of him inside me.
A groan escapes his mouth. “Patience.”
“I don’t want to be.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I trust you.”
“As you wish.” He pulls his dick out, then pushes back in.
My eyes widen at the sensation, but I love it. I love every single second of it.
He pulls out again, then pushes forward.
“I’ve never felt anything this good.” He groans against my lips as his dick slips in and out of me. A moan escapes my mouth, which must signal to him that he can give me more because he starts to thrust faster and harder. “So good.”
“Are you going to come?” I ask, reaching around and pulling him closer to me.
“Not until you do.” I lift my brow in question when he reaches his hand between our bodies. His finger finds my clit again. “Be a good girl, Victoria, and come for me.”
I’m about to say I don’t know if I can, when his fingers begin to rub me again. This time, they match the pace of his hips.
“Oh god,” I moan.
He picks up his pace.
His thrusts come faster and harder.
“I’m coming,” I pant as my pussy tightens and begins to flutter around his dick.
Lorenzo pulls back, his gaze leaving mine and looking at where we’re joined.
I look down to follow his gaze and see what he’s looking at.
He’s watching himself fuck me. Watching as his dick pulls out, glistening before he thrusts back in.
It’s the most erotic thing I have ever seen and throws me over the edge.
Heart pounding.
Body trembling.
“That’s right. Come all over my cock.” And I do. Just like he tells me to.
Lorenzo fucks me harder through my orgasm, his cock jerking inside me as he comes too. We lie on the floor after, tangled together. My head on his chest, his fingers tracing lazy, reverent patterns on my bare shoulder.
The silence between us is full . . .
Full of everything we haven’t said, yet everything we’re terrified to admit.
But I say one thing. The one thing I need to.
“I love you.”
He exhales sharply, like he’s been holding that breath since the day we met.
His hand slides into my hair, pulling me closer.
“I love you too.”
I lift my head. “What happens now?”
He looks up at the ceiling as if it might offer a map out of this place. “We figure it out,” he whispers. “I’ll wait for you. However long it takes.”