Page 101 of Jealous Billionaire's Endless Regret

But Lorenzo didn’t give her time to recover.

His hand slid down her inner thigh, fingers dragging through the slick mess between her legs. “Look at you,” he murmured darkly. “Still so wet.”

Lorenzo grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach, dragging her hips up so she was on her knees, her upper body pressed into the mattress.

He leaned over her, his chest hot against her back, mouth right at her ear. “Arch that pretty back for me,” he whispered, voice rough. “Show me that perfect ass I’m about to ruin.”

Krystal obeyed, her back curving, ass lifted high. She could feel the weight of his rod rub between her cheeks, teasing, not quite entering—just enough to make her moan in frustration.

Then he dipped lower and rubbed his cockhead up and down her drenched slit, gathering her arousal, spreading it over her folds. He grabbed her hips tight, thumbs pressing into her dimples, and slammed into her in one brutal stroke.

“Lorenzo—ah!”

He grunted, rolling his hips, grinding deep as her tight walls squeezed him again like a velvet trap. Her hands clenched the sheets, her face buried into the bed as he began pounding her from behind, each thrust deep and intense.

Her body rocked forward with the force of each motion, gasps turning into ragged cries. Her breasts bounced beneath her with every thrust, her nipples still sore and needy.

Lorenzo leaned over again, one arm wrapping around her waist to hold her flush against him while the other reached up, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back gently.

He licked a long, wet stripe from her shoulder to her neck, then bit down.

She cried out, pleasure and pain tangled together like wildfire.

His mouth moved lower, sucking her skin, marking her up. Then he reached around and grabbed her breast, roughly kneading it before pinching her nipple between his fingers.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” he growled against her ear, still fucking her deep and steady.

Krystal moaned, her voice broken by his strokes.

He pulled her tighter, his thrusts turning wild—fast, deeper. Skin slapped against skin. The bed creaked beneath them. His hand moved between her thighs again, finding her clit and rubbing it fast while his shaft dragged her open from behind.

She was a mess. Sobbing, gasping, moaning his name with every breath.

And then it hit her again.

Her body locked up, pleasure bursting through her like lightning. Her walls clenched him so hard it nearly knocked the air from his lungs.

“Fuck—Krystal—” he groaned through gritted teeth.

With one last, guttural thrust, Lorenzo buried himself deep and came with a growl that sounded like it tore from his soul. Hot streams spilled inside her as his body trembled above her, his breath heavy and uneven.

He stayed inside her, holding her tight against his chest as if letting go would make the moment vanish.

Slowly, he pulled out and eased her back down onto the bed, wrapping his arm around her waist as he laid beside her, both of them soaked in sweat and release.

His lips pressed against the side of her head, softer now. “Does it feel good?” he whispered, brushing the hair from her face.

Krystal gave a weak nod, eyes fluttering closed.

“Good,” he muttered. “I’m not finished.”

Krystal’s body was limp in his arms, flushed and trembling.

He stared at her ruined, exhausted form—skin glowing, lips swollen, thighs slick and trembling. The sight only made him harder. Again.

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” he murmured against her ear, voice still low and gravelly.

Krystal’s breath caught as his hand slid down her spine, slow and reverent, following every curve of her back. She felt his rod, already hard again, pressing hot against her thigh.

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