Page 85 of King of Omen

Pulling away, his exhalation in laboured pants, he growled. ‘Cara, I need pussy. I can’t wait any more. I have to be inside you.’

With a final swipe of my tongue, I sat back.

He lifted me, positioning me, pushing my thighs apart, his eyes locked on mine as he slid into me, loading me with his hard, throbbing length.

I cried out, my body arching, grasping for the connection I hungered for.

‘Oh, Lorenzo,’ I moaned, strained with pleasure. My arms wrapped around him, pulling him even closer as his hands gripped my hips, guiding him deeper into me.

The sensation of him within me was indescribable. I had never been so complete, so alive. My nails dug into his back, trembling with each pulsating thrust.

His cock throbbed, filling me up, his possessed yearning taking over me. I wanted him, needed him, craved his touch.

‘Take me,’ I whispered, shaking with anticipation. ‘Fill me.’

He obliged, his pelvis bucking, ramming into me, his mouth never leaving mine. Our tongues tangled together, our breaths.

His eyes never left me. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear, his voice hoarse and husky with need. ‘I’m going to make you scream, baby. I will make you feel what you’ve never thought possible before.’

And with that promise, he began to move, his groin rocking, thrusting into me with a ferocity that had me breathless. I met his every thrust, my hips rising to meet him, letting out short, gasped screams.

We fucked with abandon, chasing our high over and over again.

His hands gripped my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh, his mouth devouring mine in a desperate, animalistic kiss. I wrapped my legs around him, my nails clawing into his back, his dick pounding.

Bliss washed over me like a tidal wave, my body shaking and trembling. He grew harder in me, his cock swelling as he filled me. Pelvis bucking, his thrusts becoming more intense, more powerful.

‘Bella,’ growling, his breath ragged. ‘I’m cumming.’

And with a final, driven thrust, he flooded me with his cum, his seed spilling deep. As he collapsed on top of me, his shaft still inside me, impaling me as we came off our shared high.

I wrapped my arms around him, my fingers in his hair, his face buried in the crook of my neck.

‘I adore you,’ I whispered, my voice shaky with emotion.

His hands cupped my face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had escaped my eyes.

‘I adore you too, baby,’ he rasped with intensity. ‘Waited a lifetime for this.’

Our bodies were still connected, his cock softening in me. As our breathing returned to normal, he rolled off me.

With a groan, he rose and tracked to the bathroom.

He returned with a steaming towel, which he used to clean us both off before tossing it back in the bathroom.

My mouth watered as his sexy, tight ass moved away, then back to me as he eased back in bed to pull me into his arms, my head resting on his shoulder.

His chest rumbled as he began to speak with poetic beauty. ‘Amore, I’ve seen beautiful, but not like you. There be no mistaking; I want you for life because you’re my omen of bliss. I need your heart, mind, soul, and body under my control.’

I sat up and nailed him with a raised brow and a look of disbelief. ‘Control? Is that how you Italians roll?’

He smirked, his torso rumbling. ‘We don’t share cara. I want all of you, every part of you. One thing I’m certain of is that if I ever find a want-to-be-lover darkening our world, I will kill them with my bare hands.’

His declaration took my breath away. His dark eyes had never burned with such intensity. ‘You mean that, Lorenzo?’

He met my gaze, the hard look in his eyes unmistakable. ‘I can’t be more serious, baby. You’ve seen what I’m capable of.’

‘So you’re saying I can’t have male friends?’

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