Page 77 of King of Omen

With a soft growl, he lashed it, soothing it while still driving me wild.

He repeated the same on my other tit, his hot palm massaged and plumped my other breast.

‘Lorenzo,’ I cried, throwing my head back, convulsing as his touch teased and tormented me. ‘So good.’

He pulled back, locking eyes with me, sensing my need to stop thinking of our shared anguish and darkness.

I reached a hand and stroked the back of his head and thrust my hands into his hair, rubbing, pulling, pushing him against my skin, lost in ecstasy I’d never imagined.

His musk and essence enfolded me, and he let out a groan as my hips pressed the thick, hard length throbbing in his pants.

I scrabbled under his tee and came to a stop at his nipples.

I pulled back, my brow raised.

He smirked and winked, slow and sensual.

Leaning forward, he pulled off the cotton cloth to reveal a four-pack, rippled, hard.

The piece de resistance, however, was the silver straight barbells pierced into his dark areolas.

A wave of need went through me, and I licked my lips and bit the lower one.

He took note, laughing with a hoarse chuckle.

‘Bella, let me answer the question you’re asking. My nips are hardwired to my cock, so I got them pierced in my twenties. It feels freakin’ good when you flick or lick them, so bring on the rough play.’

I indulged him, bending my head to flick my tongue across the left and then the right of his chest.

He glanced down at me, eyes half-mast with pleasure. I couldn’t tell who was more turned on as the scent of our arousal filled my nostrils.

He reached for the waistband, but before he had the chance to lower it, I slid down off the table and dropped to my knees.

Lorenzo’s brow lifted as I undid his belt and pulled down his shorts.

‘Baby,’ he growled as I pulled his gear down, followed by his underwear, releasing my prize.

I almost came as his cock came into view, pressing my thighs together with a moan.

It was thick, rigid, pulsing, and long, with a swollen purple head tipped with the pearlescent evidence of his desire.

My eyes tracked to his, locking with his, which were dark and stormy. ‘Woman,’ he breathed, his voice so deep his chest rumbled.

I wrapped my hands around his rigid member with reverence, running my fingers over his veined thickness, amazed at how hard and ready he was.

‘You’re perfect,’ I whispered as I alternated my strokes with long pumps, and he hissed, still staring down at me, his eyes never losing mine, his thighs shaking from the effort to stay upright.

Feeling pity for him, I pushed into the chair beside him as he stepped out his shorts and underwear, leaving him naked, like a god, muscles rippling, lean, taut, potent.

He sat in it with a heavy slump, scooting to the edge and giving me unfettered access.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to the tip of his cock, licking the drop of pure essence on its edge. Lorenzo’s thick calves shook, his hands cradling my head. ‘This is beyond a dream; this is heaven,’ he grunted, his corded neck working as he flung his head back, overcome with pleasure.

I flicked my tongue over the head of his shaft as I began to pump him.

I was about to take him deeper into my mouth when he cradled my face and growled, ‘Non penso. I can’t blow now. We can’t start this fire without your flames.’

He grabbed my arms and pulled me to my feet, walking me backwards till my back fell to the wall. He braced himself on the surface as he ground his pelvis into me.

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