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He pulled her close, chest to chest, and kissed her, claiming every inch of her mouth like it belonged to him. His tongue slid past her lips, dominating hers in a kiss that had her whimpering against his mouth.

Then he rolled her onto her back again. She was completely exposed, thighs slightly parted, lips red and damp, hair wild across the pillow.

Lorenzo just stared at her for a second, his chest rising and falling heavily.

“You don’t even know what you do to me,” he whispered. “Every inch of you drives me insane.”

He leaned down and kissed her neck, slower now—his lips soft but careful. He kissed from her collarbone to the base of her throat, then to the hollow between her breasts. His mouth moved to one nipple, swollen and still sensitive, and he sucked it in deeply.

“Ah… Lorenzo—” she gasped, arching up into his mouth.

He groaned, tongue swirling around her nipple while his hand massaged the other breast, thumbing the peak until both were red and slick again. His teeth grazed her, gently but enough to make her shudder.

“You like it,” he murmured, licking across her chest. “You still want more, don’t you?”

Krystal bit her lip, nodding helplessly.

That was all he needed.

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He began trailing kisses lower. Down her stomach. Over her navel. And when he reached her thighs, he spread them slowly, watching as her softness fluttered—sensitive, used, but still aching.

Then his mouth was on her.

His tongue licked a long, slow stripe up her slit, and Krystal bucked off the bed, gasping. He moaned into her, like he was tasting his favorite addiction. His tongue worked her expertly, flicking over her clit, then circling it before pulling it into his mouth and sucking hard.

Krystal was writhing now, her thighs shaking, hands tangled in his hair. “Lorenzo—too much—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he growled, voice muffled between her legs.

He sucked harder, tongue flicking furiously as two fingers slipped into her soaked core, curving just right. She was too sensitive, every nerve exposed, but it only made the pressure mount faster—tight, wild, blinding.

“Lorenzo!” she cried out, and then her entire body locked up as another orgasm tore through her.

He didn’t stop.

He licked her through it, fingers working her until she was crying, begging, trembling, her whole body arching off the bed as she came again and again.

Only when her thighs were twitching did he finally pull back, mouth wet with her release, eyes blazing with need.

And his shaft—thick, rock hard, dripping—rested heavy against her thigh.

“I need to be inside you again,” he rasped. “Slow this time. I want to feel every inch of you squeeze around me.”

Krystal reached for him, lips parted, eyes dazed and needy.

He slid up her body, kissed her again, full of all the fire he still hadn’t released, then pushed inside her with one long, smooth thrust.

They both moaned into each other’s mouths as he began to move, this time slower, deeper. Every roll of his hips hit right where she needed it, his cock dragging against her swollen walls, making her pulse and flutter around him again.

Lorenzo’s mouth stayed on hers, on her throat, on her breasts as he worshipped her body, each thrust dragging out his release until he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Cum with me,” he whispered harshly against her lips. “One last time. I want to feel you fall apart with me.”

Krystal shattered first, her body arching, her walls clenching around him like a vice. He groaned her name like a curse, like a prayer, and spilled into her again—deep, hot, endless.

They collapsed together, tangled in sheets, sweat, and breathless moans.

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