Chapter 10 Let Me Breathe #2
“Take more,” he ground out between clenched teeth. “I want to feel your throat around me.”
Krystal pulled back just enough to tease, then leaned in deeper, taking him further down. Her tongue flicked and swirled, her hand sliding smoothly over the shaft, stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach. Her other hand cupped his balls with gentle pressure, kneading softly.
A low, guttural groan rumbled from deep in his chest, his body responding to every touch, every movement—every breath she took for him.
In the background, the distant noise of the outside world blurred—none of it mattered. All she could hear was the sound of his breathing, rough and uneven, and the soft, wet sounds of her lips working around him.
“Fuck… I want to fuck you so bad…”
Lorenzo slammed his palm hard against the wall to keep himself from losing it.
His chest heaved, muscles taut, but his eyes stayed locked—glued—to Krystal’s delicate mouth wrapped around the swollen, flushed head of his rod.
Every time her lips moved, he imagined how that softness would feel wrapped around the rest of him.
“Suck it in your mouth,” he growled, voice low and raw with frustration. A sharp hiss left him when her teeth barely grazed the sensitive tip before her tongue soothed over it.
He reached down, fingers tangling in her hair, ready to push her deeper. But she suddenly let go of him. Her lips slipped away from his shaft, leaving it twitching and wet in the cool air. Lorenzo’s eyes darkened instantly with impatience.
Krystal spared him a glance, a quick flick of her eyes that was both defiant and inviting. He looked down at her like a predator ready to pounce—his hunger for her dripping off him in waves. His chest was rising fast, and his cock stood throbbing with rage between his thighs.
She wrapped her lips back around him again, this time tighter.
Her inexperience showed—her tongue slid messily, her teeth occasionally scraped him, sending short jolts of pain through his length—but fuck, he didn’t care.
The warmth of her mouth around his swollen girth, her lips forming a tight seal, made it impossible to think straight.
She couldn’t take him all in. Only half disappeared between her lips, the rest too thick for her throat.
So she used her hand, wrapping it around the base of his rod and stroking slowly while her mouth teased the top.
Her tongue flicked and glided, mimicking the rhythm of a thrust, even though her jaw was beginning to ache.
His girth pulsed angrily in her grip, the thick vein on the side throbbing under her fingers, the head red and hot on her tongue. Still, he didn’t cum. Lorenzo clenched his fists, jaw locked, clearly holding back.
Krystal finally pulled away with a gasp, strands of saliva still clinging to her lips and his cock. She looked up at him, frustrated and breathless.
“Why the hell aren’t you cumming?”
Lorenzo didn’t answer with words.
He growled and snatched her up without warning, his hands slipping under her knees as he lifted her effortlessly. She barely had time to gasp before he rammed himself inside her, burying his shaft deep into her dripping core.
He pinned her against the wall with one powerful thrust.
“I think I’m going to fucking die if I don’t fuck this tight little cunt right now,” he snarled, already moving inside her like a man possessed. Every thrust was ruthless, brutal—like he was punishing her body for making him wait.
She cried out, legs wrapped around his waist, nails digging into his back as he drove into her over and over. “Ahhh… ahhh… fuuuck… Lorenzo—oh God!” she cried out, legs wrapped around his waist, nails digging into his back as he drove into her over and over.
His grunts were low and animalistic, lips brushing her ear as he whispered filth between groans. And Krystal was nothing but moans and gasps, lost in the storm of his lust.
He drove into her with wild, punishing force, his thick girth stretching her walls with every brutal thrust. His mind was gone—obliterated by lust, raw need, and the heat of her body wrapped tight around him. Nothing else mattered. Not the world, not the noise outside. Just this—just her .
He groaned, his voice low and wrecked. His hips snapped forward, his muscles straining, abs flexing with every movement. His thighs were tight, locked in place, as he pounded into her like a man possessed.
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 whimpered under 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.