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“You can’t end up like her, do you understand me?”
My knees are weak, and I am getting wetter. He can also likely smell me. I feel like a scolded girl, and I look towards his bedroom.
To a place I want to be inside. Exhausted. Satiated, andhis. I look back, and Lorenzo shakes his head, “No!”
I bite my lip harder, and my clit pulses. My nipples are firm, and they are needy.
As if he can tell, or sense my state, Lorenzo shoves me towards my bedroom. He then smacks my panty-clad butt. “Get out of here. And no more listening.”
I stop, turn and look back, “but it’s hot.”
Lorenzo’s jaw clenches, and he looks at me in my knickers, and tight top. My nipples are large and pebbling. My eyes are likely hooded too.
I watch his mind at work, and he walks slowly up to me. Even if it’s almost pitch dark, I know he is naked and hung.
As he shakes his head, he spanks my butt, again. “Get to bed.”
Lorenzo shoves me away, and he walks back to his doorway. I walk away turned on, before I turn to look back.
Our eyes meet in the night, and he winks. Almost like a friend’s big brother who has a dark side, and can ruin.
As Lorenzo walks into his bedroom to take her, I slide under my sheets, and I kick off my clothes. Under the dark, I listen out in the night.
Soon, I can just hear the woman moan.
I slide two fingers inside myself, and I circle my throbbing clit. I think of him commanding me, and making me come, for him.
Then, I think of him doing whatever he wants to me.
The orgasm is fast, and it is powerful, and deep. As it tears through me, I am shot full of bliss. I buck, shatter hard, and even if it’s fulfilling, I crave him.
I need him stretching me wide, and I need him,making me his.
7
STORM
I get up and I make breakfast for us both. I started to do it several days ago when we were both home more. I knowsheleft in the middle of the night because I heard her at the elevator almost beg to see him again.
I check my watch, and after losing a couple of hours of sleep last night, I should be tired. The thing is, I’m not, and I have work soon.
I sip coffee, and I finish making my sandwiches for the day. I have also made some for Lorenzo.
He is running late, which is rare. It’s likely because he pumped that vixen full of his thick hard cock. I huff in frustration. I’m about to leave for work when he finally comes out.
Lorenzo avoids my eyes, until I hold a coffee in front of him.
He takes it, and I raise an eyebrow, “Fun night?”
Lorenzo lifts his strong chin, and he is not about to be shamed. We face each other, we are both freshly showered.
“So, did you get what you wanted last night?” I ask drinking my own coffee.
Lorenzo watches me, and he steps closer. I step back, his eyes taking me in. “And more.”
I gulp. He smells strong this close. Way too strong, and it’s a mix of suede, cinnamon and brute power.
“It sounded like she enjoyed it,” I say, playing with fire, but intrigued, and jealous.
