Page 79 of King of Omen

‘I’m going to come,’ I breathed.

‘Come for me,’ he said, ‘come on me, baby.’

A storm of rapture hit, splintering ecstasy through me, pulverising every last defence. I let out a loud moan, my thighs, spine and ass convulsing as my pussy clenched him so hard, undulating all along his length as I was hit with a tsunami of pleasure so sharp, so incandescent, I unleashed a silent scream.

Lorenzo roared as he ground his hips into me, hands flicking my clit, working back to my tits, his cock head plunging in and out while rubbing against my sensitive crotch.

Seconds later, he followed me into nirvana with yet another bellow as he continued to plunge into me with wild abandon, his cum scorching my insides as it pumped out of him.

He reached between, grabbing the hilt of his shaft to pump it harder, gasping, panting, the warmth of his seed coating his shaft as he came.

He rammed into me one last time, thrusting in me with a roar, remaining rooted in me as he shuddered and shook in my arms.

We both slid down the wall and clung to each other, uncaring about the hardness of the tiles, moving into a supine position as he slicked in and out of me.

Our mouths met, and our kiss intensified, on and on, in a sensual dance that dove below any layers and walls we might have put up, stripping away all inhibition and leaving only deep-set emotion.

In time, he pulled back and, with a forceful surge, shifted out of me and rose to his feet.

I moaned at the loss of his heat as cool air whispered over my skin.

Without missing a beat, he bent and levered me into his arms, banding one below my back and the other under my knees.

He lifted me like I weighed nothing, and I wrapped my hands around his neck and shoulders as he strode from the kitchen dining area.

I pushed my face into his nape as he moved through the house, up the stairs and down the long corridor into the master.

Moments later, he lay me down on his bed and knelt, his girth and mass impaling the surface.

He bent and crushed his mouth to mine, cradling my head on both sides with a tear-jerking tenderness.

‘Tongue,’ he commanded in a gravelly whisper.

I obeyed, flicking it out as his lips fell on it, sucking with intensity as his fingers slipped their way between my legs.

We pulled apart, and my eyes, still dilated from my orgasm, stared up at him as he thrust two digits inside me.

I arched my back, keening.

His gaze was on me, smouldering, raking all over my body.

His cock was still hard as a rock, bobbing before him like he hadn’t just come in me.

A wash of wet soaked my upper thighs as my desire ratcheted again.

‘More, amore mio?’ he growled.

I had no words other than my harsh panting and nod.

‘Legs, wide, as far as you can,’ he demanded.

I grabbed my knees and spread them, bringing them up to my shoulders.

He hissed and swung himself over me.

Then he plunged one more time, his thick hardness rooting itself, with impossible power, deeper than he’d been before.

I was beyond redemption, consumed in unadulterated lust as I pitched up to him, wild in abandon.

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