Page 78 of King of Omen

I moaned as the roughness of his pelvic hair rubbed my waist, igniting me.

Lorenzo undid my sweats and tugged them down, revealing my matching lilac lace panties, which were drenched.

‘So wet for me. Let me soak it up,’ he snarled, giving me another mind-blowing kiss before he descended, his tongue and lips scorching a trail down to my panty line.

He used his teeth and one finger to lower the lace down my hips, his sensual mouth curving up when I stepped out of the scanty fabric.

‘Brace bella,’ he growled as he nabbed the back of one knee and flung my leg onto his shoulder.

I gasped at the off-balance sensation.

I threw one hand out to the wall, the other gripping his upper arm.

His eyes glittered as he glanced at me, then at my sopping centre.

Without warning, he dipped his head. I convulsed as his lips touched my slit, licking long and slow before his tongue penetrated.

Cradling my ass like a precious treasure, he pulled me deeper into his mouth.

Then it was on. He licked, sipped, nibbled, and suckled until I collapsed.

Hell, he was proving to me there was power in the tongue.

It took all his bulging muscles to hold me up as I writhed against his mouth, hearing the sounds of my mewling and moaning filling the house, lost in bliss I’d never imagined.

Heel in his back, I arched like a drawstring, convulsing into a keening moan.

In one fluid motion, he rose—one arm braced on the wall, the other at my hip.

My eyes were closed, quivering on the edge of an orgasm.

‘You want this, don’t you?’ he asked, lifting my leg one more to band around his waist, giving him unleashed access to my pussy.

Panting, he palmed his cock and brought it to my slit, massaging my clit, bumping my clit. Grabbing his lean waist for leverage, I pushed my pelvis out, stroking him in our shared torture.

‘Yes,’ I breathed, senseless, ‘Yes. I want you inside me.’

He kissed me hard, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. He circled his hands to grab my ass. ‘Bella, I want to love you, fuck you, freaking pound you till I own your body and soul.’

‘Lorenzo, shut up and fuck me,’ I moaned.

‘I can’t refuse such a beautiful ask,’ he rumbled with dark desire as his power-driven hips plunged, and I gasped as he filled me.

Widening me, spreading me, filling me, impossibly so.

‘Amore mio, ride on it, let’s blow hard,’ he growled.

He began thrusting first slow and easy, then his pace quickened.

As our lips met in a melting clash of skin and tongue, our moans and groans interchanged with gasps and hitched breaths.

One of his hands left my waist to cup my tit, and his mouth tore from mine to engulf my areola in his lashing, sucking mouth.

I was so gone, reduced to the sensation at my nerve endings, my clit rippling along his thick cock as he pierced in and out of me, groaning as he plunged into me, dragging his veined member in and out, his fingers alternating from plucking my nipple to his lips suckling.

I tried to return the favour, reaching between us, too, flicking his nipples, tugging on the barbells, then lower, stroking his heavy, hanging balls; he hissed and pulled my hands away with a grunt. ‘No, cara, I can’t take it. Too soon.’

As Lorenzo thrust harder, deeper, my legs started to shake. I grabbed onto his back for support as a build-up of lightning struck, and the pressure of such orgasmic power threatened to crash down on me.

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