Page 46 of Jealous Billionaire's Endless Regret

Her wet heat clung to him, struggling to accommodate the size of his rod—but her body slowly gave in, slick walls yielding, wrapping around him like a desperate embrace. She whimperedunder him, her fingers curling around his shoulders, nails digging into his back.

“Good girl,” he breathed against her neck, his voice dark and heavy. “Loosen up that tight little cunt for me.”

His hand slid up her body, greedy and rough, cupping her breast. His fingers massaged and tugged at her soft flesh, thumb flicking her sensitive peak as she arched into his touch. Her moans spilled out of her mouth uncontrollably, her voice raw with need.

“Lorenzo…” she gasped, but he didn’t slow.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, dragging his teeth over her skin, marking her—claiming her. Red and pink marks bloomed where his mouth had been, his tongue licking over the bites like he was trying to savor the taste of her skin.

She smelled like heaven. Sweet, warm, intoxicating. He couldn’t get enough.

Her moans grew louder now, high-pitched and unrestrained.

“Shhh,” he murmured into her ear, lips brushing her skin. “Just a little more…”

He bit her jaw, then licked the sting away, and before she could catch her breath, he shoved his entire length inside her in one deep, savage thrust.

“Ahhh!” she cried out, her body arching in response, overwhelmed by the sudden fullness.

He grunted, her legs locking around his waist, helpless, flesh slapping against flesh, echoing through the dark room.

“Fuck,” he snarled, forehead resting against hers, his breath ragged.

She could barely speak. Her mouth hung open, gasping, her body trembling with each brutal stroke. Her vision blurred, heat flooding every vein as he thrust deeper and harder, hitting places inside her she didn’t even know existed.

Just after a few deep strokes, Lorenzo felt her slick warmth flood down his shaft, coating him with her release.

“Already?” Lorenzo breathed, eyes dark with hunger as his rod thickened, drenched in her juices.

Tears welled in Krystal’s eyes, blurring her vision before they slipped down her cheeks. His relentless rhythm only grew fiercer, harder, as they pushed into her without mercy.

A strangled cry threatened to tear free, so Krystal bit down hard on Lorenzo’s shoulder, trying to cage the scream burning in her throat.

“Hold on.” Lorenzo’s hot tongue traced a fiery path along her shoulder and the nape of her neck, his thrusts pounding deeper and faster into her tight, trembling core. The contrast between the soft, slick heat of her skin beneath his lips and the savage grip of Lorenzo’s thick rod driving her from below was maddening—pure, electric chaos.

Lorenzo growled, voice rough and low, riding her against the wall. “You want it so badly, you’re sucking every drop of me inside you. I’m going to fuck you harder, make you feel every inch of me deep in that cunt.”

In seconds, Krystal shattered again, her body convulsing violently against them both, thighs trembling, knees buckling. Her breath hitched and shattered, every nerve ending firing as waves of pleasure tore through her veins, leaving her gasping and shaken, held only by the fierce arms that kept her anchored.

Lorenzo pulled back just enough to catch his breath, but the fire burning inside him only grew hotter. His cock was throbbing, swollen and aching, still not ready to let go. He looked down at Krystal—her chest heaving, lips parted, eyes dark with need—and an impatient hunger roared through him.

“Let me breathe,” Krystal gasped, voice ragged, fingers clawing lightly at his broad shoulders as if trying to slow the storm inside him. But Lorenzo’s desire was barely contained, every inch of him desperate to claim her again.

Chapter 11 A Bride

Without a word, he scooped her up, pressing her flush against his burning skin as he carried her across the room, his rod still throbbing inside her.

The soft rustle of fabric and their rapid breaths filled the quiet space between them. His mouth found hers in a fierce, demanding kiss as he laid her down on the bed, hands never stopping their exploration.

Lorenzo’s lips drifted down to her collarbone, tracing a path of fire as his teeth nipped gently at the sensitive skin. Then his mouth closed around her nipple, sucking and teasing with a slow, deliberate hunger that made her arch beneath him, a shiver running through her.

His hands gripped her hips tight, pulling her up to meet him as he slid deeper inside her once more. The heat between them flared instantly, the slick press of her walls gripping him like a vice. He started to move—slow, punishing strokes that drove deep, each one stoking the fire licking at his control.

Krystal’s breath hitched again, a soft moan slipping past her lips as Lorenzo’s mouth left her breast to trail hot kisses along her jaw and down her neck. The scent of her skin, the taste ofher sweat and desire—it was addictive, making him lose himself piece by piece.

“Fuck, Krystal…” he groaned, voice thick and desperate. His hands tangled in her hair, holding her steady while his hips slammed harder, faster. “You’re mine. Every inch.”

Her nails raked his back, the only sound between their ragged breaths and the wet, urgent rhythm of their bodies colliding. Lorenzo’s grip tightened on her hips as his cock pulsed inside her, the promise of release trembling on the edge.

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