Page 44 of Jealous Billionaire's Endless Regret

Lorenzo smirked at her breathless state. Without warning, he grabbed her thigh and hooked her leg around his waist, pressing his hips hard against her. His hand slid between her legs, cupping her heat.

“A-ah—!” Krystal choked out, eyes widening in shock.

His fingers moved against her tender spot with deliberate, teasing strokes. She twisted her hips, instinctively trying to pull away, but tied as she was, there was nowhere to go.

Lorenzo locked her in place, one leg pressing hers still. His grip on her waist tightened.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he growled low against her ear. “You’re the one who started this—teasing me until I’m hard enough to lose my mind. Do you even realize how badly I want to take you right now?”

His hand traveled over her back, trailing lower, squeezing the curve of her ass as if restraining himself took everything he had. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply. “You smell like heaven. I could spend the whole night leaving my marks here.”

Krystal whimpered softly, her lips parted, body already trembling under his touch.

Then his fingers found her entrance—slick and pulsing with need. His middle finger slipped in, slow but firm, and began to pump rhythmically. At the same time, his mouth dropped toher chest. His tongue flicked over one nipple before he caught it between his teeth, nibbling just hard enough to make her writhe.

“Mmmph…” She bit her lower lip hard, trying not to let the sounds escape her throat. She was already too wet, too overwhelmed.

But her body betrayed her. Every pump of his finger pulled a rush of wetness from her. The slick sounds echoed faintly, shameful and hot. She clenched around him involuntarily.

Lorenzo groaned against her breast, the vibrations traveling straight through her core.

His lips returned to hers. He kissed her deep and hard, stealing her breath, licking into her mouth like he owned it.

Then he dropped to his knees.

Her breath caught.

“Lorenzo—” she whispered, panicked, but his hands were already on her thighs, spreading them wider.

Then, his mouth was on her.

Hot. Wet. Desperate.

His tongue stroked her folds with maddening precision, sliding between them and circling her sensitive nub until her knees buckled. His grip kept her steady as he licked her again and again, greedy and relentless. One of his hands caressed her hip, while the other slipped beneath to squeeze the roundness of her behind.

“Ah… Lorenzo—ahh!” Krystal moaned, her voice finally breaking free.

Her fingers clenched tightly around the binds above her, her whole body trembling. Every stroke of his tongue pushedher closer to the edge. Her thighs shook, her hips twitching uncontrollably.

He sucked her clit into his mouth and hummed deep in his throat.

That did it.

Her body arched, a broken cry slipping from her lips as the waves of pleasure crashed through her.

“Lorenzo… let go of my arms,” Krystal whispered, her voice trembling. “I can’t… I can’t take it anymore.”

His gaze darkened as he pulled his mouth away from her, chest rising and falling with unrestrained heat. With a grunt, he stepped back, then reached up and unfastened the scarf that bound her wrists. The moment her arms were freed, Krystal dropped to her knees, her body too weak to stand. Her skin glowed with sweat and need, flushed from everything he’d done.

Lorenzo yanked the tangled top and bra from Krystal’s arms, tossing them aside like they were nothing. Her skin was bare, flushed and glistening with sweat, breath coming in ragged gasps as she knelt before him. Her eyes flickered with a mix of hesitation and raw, hungry desire.

In front of her, his shaft throbbed violently beneath his pants—so thick and rigid that even through the fabric, it was impossible to miss. The hard length pulsed like it hadn’t been touched in years, demanding attention.

Slowly, Krystal reached out, fingers trembling as she hooked them under the zipper and began to pull it down. Her other hand worked the button free with careful, deliberate patience. The waistband of his Calvin Klein underwear peeked out from beneath.

Her hands gripped the elastic seam, tugging his pants down until Lorenzo was fully exposed. He lifted his legs one by one, kicking his pants and underwear aside in one swift motion. His throbbing girth stood proud and hard, veins dark and pulsing with heat right before her eyes.

Her fingers hesitated for only a moment before slowly wrapping around his thick, pulsing length. The heat radiating from him sent an electric shiver through her fingertips as she closed her hand firmly around him, feeling every throb, every twitch beneath her palm.

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