Page 143 of King of Omen

With a moan, I went for his tee, hauling it up.

He helped me, breaking his mouth from mine to drag it off.

It was time to lose my gear.

He moved at a savage tempo, dragging off my top, skirt, and underwear in seconds.

Throwing me back onto the bed, he crawled over me with a growl.

His hands cupped my tits as his mouth fell on them, laving, suckling, latched on to a nipple, worshipping each mound.

He released, his lips returning, and I yielded, cranking my head up and holding the back of his as I opened to him.

His grip went to my hips, knee sliding between my legs, and I complied, lifting widening, readying myself.

With a grunt, he pulled from me and flicked a glance down at my heaving waist and lower still to where I was so wet for him.

Inflamed, wild, heat-seeking for his touch.

He headed south and, clutching my waist, elevated it and dipped his head so he’d feast.

I scrabbled, pulling, squeezing the tension out of the sheets, limbs spasming as he licked, tongue moist yet nubbed. He lavved my clit, setting off me off into unleashed panting.

He massaged my ass, sucking me deeper into his mouth.

Bare feet pressing down his spine, I arched higher as a keening scream broke through. A storm of rapture hit, splintering ecstasy through me, pulverising every last defence.

Gasping and coming in waves, I jolted when Lorenzo surged over me, his hand rubbing his heated cock over my super-sensitive pleasure spot.

‘Bella?’ he rasped.

‘Please,’ I begged, reaching for his rear. I lurched as he plunged in, impaling, filling, driving me to the point of madness.

‘Baby,’ I breathed, wrapping my arms tight around him, lifting my knees high, and cramming my thighs to his sides as he drove into me.

‘Fuck, bella, sei così sensuale,’ he grunted against my neck, powering deep.

‘You’re breathtaking,’ I whispered.

‘Bene,’ he growled. ‘Molto bene.’

I agreed, propelling my hips higher, chasing my next crescendo with wild fever. As I took his cock, his tongue heated the folds of my ears, sending a fierce tingling down my spine.

I returned the favour, flicking his barbells, squeezing and kneading his nipples until he groaned.

‘Paradise,’ he ground out. ‘I’ve found fuckin’ paradise with you, bella. My beloved. Mine. Fuck,’ he groaned, slamming into me.

‘Honey, I’m coming again,’ I forewarned in a string-out cry, frenzied ecstasy amping, pelvis rolling around his ramming cock.

‘Come for me, bella, now.’

I clutched onto him, thighs shaking with pleasure as I pressed my face into his neck.

My moans reverberated through the corded veins of his nape as he thrust hard, with increasing speed, between my legs, joining me in wild release with an unfettered roar.

I gripped him for a long time, taking it all in.

The sensation of his softening yet still thick length inside me, the honey of his skin under my touch, and the sweat and musk of him invaded my senses.

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