He smirks at that, and it’s nearly my undoing.
He’s so damn handsome that I can barely take it.
I watch as he reaches into the pocket of his pants on the floor beside us and grabs a condom.
Lorenzo wastes no time slipping it on.
Then he’s back beside me, parting my legs, but instead of placing his cock there, he lines his face with my core.
His mouth moves to latch onto my clit.
I squirm beneath him, loving the sensation, but it’s so intense I can’t help but move.
“Shh,” he coos. “I got you. Let me take care of you.”
His tongue continues to devour me, as his finger slips inside me until he’s fucking me with his hand.
“I love how wet you are.”
I moan at his filthy words. Loving them. Needing them.
My head rolls back while Lorenzo strokes a spot inside me that drives me crazy. Before I know it, my vision is spotty, and it feels like a rubber band is pulled so tight it’s going to snap. “I want you to come on my dick.”
Before I can ask what he means, Lorenzo pulls his finger out and crawls on top of me. The tip of his cock is poised right outside my entrance.
“Are you sure you want this, Little Bird?”
I wiggle, lifting my hips so that the tip slips inside me.
“Someone is impatient.”
“Please,” I beg.
“Okay, but this is going to hurt,” he warns as he moves his hips. The tip of his cock slips farther inside me.
It feels so tight.
So snug.
It’s hard to breathe as he moves another inch. The feeling is weird but not unwelcome.
“I’m almost there,” he tells me, and I move my hips again. Another inch.
God, I feel so full.
“You ready?”
“Yes.”
Lorenzo pulls his hips back and then pushes forward. A snap of pain blurs my vision as he breaks through my resistance, but it’s not as bad as I thought it would be.
“Fuck,” Lorenzo grits through clenched teeth. “You feel so fucking good.”
For a moment, he doesn’t move his body, his lips finding mine and kissing me senseless.
I swirl my hips, testing the feeling of him inside me.
A groan escapes his mouth. “Patience.”
