Chapter 21 You Still Want More
“You should go back home…” she barely whispered, knees weakening at the raw need in his voice.
Suddenly, his body vanished from behind her. Then, strong hands slid under her knees, lifting her completely off the ground.
“What are you doing?!” she shouted, clutching his neck, afraid she’d fall.
He carried her to the dining table. Her hips just barely touched the surface, but she wasn’t seated—he held full control over her body.
He leaned in again and crushed his lips onto hers again, tongue diving in deep. The kiss was ravenous, urgent. She could barely draw breath as his mouth demanded hers, every touch stoking the fire between them.
His hands slid to her hips, gripping her inner thighs and forcing them wider. Her soft channel was coated with wetness, welcoming him.
“Mmhhhhmmmm…” she whimpered into the kiss, trying to pull back for air.
But Lorenzo wouldn’t relent. His lips and tongue sucked every drop of nectar from her mouth, mixing it with his own as if starving for her essence.
When she neared fainting, he finally broke the kiss—his mouth sliding down to her cheek, then the side of her neck before locking onto her nipple, sucking through the thin silk of her nighty.
“Haaahhhhhhhh...” Krystal whimpered, her voice trembling. Her breasts were already so sensitive that every stroke of his tongue felt like a thousand ants crawling over her nipple. The wetness only made the sensation more intense.
One of Lorenzo’s hands released her hip and slid up, pulling the silk nighty higher until it slipped off, tossed aside carelessly.
His palm instantly found her heavy breast, cradling it like precious weight.
He pinched the nipple between his first two fingers, rolling it, rubbing, expertly making her shiver under his touch.
He bit the small, soft bud hard with his teeth while stroking it with the tip of his tongue. At the same time, his other hand—still gripping her hip and inner thigh—slid closer to her wet channel, caressing it with feather-light touches.
His touch was delicate enough to tease her, coaxing more wetness from her little hole. Tingling her clit, his fingers sent shivers rippling down her entire body, starting from the nerves ignited by his touch.
Krystal tried to push them away, placing her hands on their shoulders, but Lorenzo's grip on her held firm, capturing her without mercy.
Lorenzo pulled his head back and caressed her soft nipple with his finger, staring at her intently. He licked his lips with hunger. Her breasts were so beautiful he wanted to devour them whole.
His eyes dropped to where his hand was teasing her folds while his finger grazed her nipple. Her clit was bright red and swollen, and her cunt was dripping wet.
He left her breast and slid a hand up to grip her jaw, tilting her head upward so she would meet his gaze.
“Just stay still for me for a minute,” Lorenzo whispered softly, his mouth brushing hers.
Krystal was so disoriented from everything happening to her that for several seconds, she couldn’t even process his words.
“M—h—huh?”
He lifted her effortlessly into his arms, the heat of her body pressing against his as he carried her to the bedroom. Every step was deliberate, fueled by an impatient hunger that coursed through his veins. When he set her down gently on the bed, the soft sheets tangled around her.
Lorenzo’s hands slid over her hips, fingers curling around the waistband of her panties.
With a sharp tug, he pulled them down her legs in one smooth motion, the cool air instantly brushing over her heated skin.
He parted her legs wide, exposing her bare, trembling flesh to him—vulnerable, raw, and utterly his.
His breath hitched as he bent down, tongue darting. He traced her delicate skin, teasing, tasting—each flick sending shivers rippling through her core.
Krystal’s eyes flew open, wide with shock and desire, the first touch igniting a wildfire beneath her skin. Electricity seemed to surge through her veins, setting every nerve on edge.
“Ahhhh…” she moaned softly, her voice breaking like waves crashing in the night.
Her head arched back, resting against bed as she gave herself over to the sensations consuming her.
“Aaahh… aaah… ahhhh…” she moaned, her cries sharp and raw, echoing around the room and out into the quiet darkness beyond.
Lorenzo’s tongue circled the tip of her clit, deliberate and tantalizing, barely exploring, savoring every second.
He drank in every inch of her—her flushed face, the soft curves of her body, the glistening wetness between her thighs. She was perfection—unimaginably beautiful and completely his.
The intensity of it overwhelmed him, twisting inside his chest like a fierce storm. He wanted to be the only one to claim her, to own every gasp, every cry, every shiver. To be the one who made her cry out and whimper all at once.
But Lorenzo’s focus shifted. His fingers trailed over her slick folds, exploring until they found her other entrance.
He pushed his index finger inside.
Krystal jerked, a soft cry escaping her lips.
“A-ah—ahh…”
Her hips twisted sideways in a reflex to escape the intrusion, but Lorenzo’s grip was iron-strong. He captured her hip with his free hand, steadying her as he slid in a second finger.
“You wrap so tight around my fingers,” he growled, a dark smile pulling at his lips.
His fingers moved slowly, methodically, in and out, finding a steady rhythm designed to tease and torture, never pushing too fast, savoring the delicious tension building inside her.
He wanted her to know, wanted her to feel it deep inside: he was the one giving her this fire, the one fucking her tight body, the only one who could truly bring her to shattering, overwhelming pleasure.
He climbed up again, mouth crawling to her breast again. His lips wrapped around the sensitive nipple, sucking hard, flicking his tongue over the aching bud as his fingers continued their slow, tantalizing dance inside her.
Krystal moaned, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more of that fierce, possessive touch.
Lorenzo’s eyes darkened with hunger. He pushed up the hem of his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the taut muscles beneath. His fingers worked at the buttons, undoing them one by one, peeling the fabric open until the shirt slipped off his broad shoulders and fell to the floor.
His pants followed, hands sliding to the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down and tossing it to the ground. Now completely bare, his skin flushed with heat, he shifted his weight, pressing his hips flush against hers.
With a low, guttural growl, he sank his rod deep inside her—full and heavy—stretching her tight, wet walls as he began to move.
Each thrust was a deep, hard, desperate claim that rocked her world.
His mouth never left her skin, lips sucking and biting, tongue tracing the curves of her breast, while his hips fucked her with a brutal, steady rhythm that stole her breath away.
Krystal cried out, lost in the wild storm of sensation—her body arching into him, every nerve on fire, every inch of her craving more.
Lorenzo’s hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her deeper, marking her as his.
It didn’t take Lorenzo long to lose the little control he had left. He shifted positions, leaning back against the headboard and pulling Krystal up over himself.
His large hands gripped her small waist, palms enveloping her completely—tender, possessive. Then, with a powerful thrust, he lifted her and slammed her down onto his cock.
“Ahhhhhhh…” A broken cry spilled from her mouth.
She had nowhere to escape. All she could do was tighten her trembling arms around his neck as he used her body to take the full length of his thick, pulsing shaft.
Lorenzo’s focus was wild, obsessed, completely lost in the woman straddling his lap.
He fucked her from beneath with deep, savage strokes.
Each motion sent shockwaves through them both.
The rod’s rhythmic movement only added to the chaos, intensifying the way his shaft dragged against her burning walls.
“It’s all…”—thrust—“…your fault. I haven’t cum until now.” Another thrust. “You’re gripping my cock like a vice. You want me to fuck you senseless. I’m buried so deep inside you, and you’re still soaking me with this filthy, sweet mess.”
His swollen girth throbbed with unbearable heat, so close to release yet denied the final edge. He was melting at the tip, every nerve alight with the need to make her feel every inch of him over and over.
So he fucked her harder. Her whimpers and broken sobs filled his ears as she clung to him like her life depended on it. Krystal was desperate to somehow feel… less. Every bounce—every shift —sent his hard rod pressing right into the deepest part of her, stimulating her g-spot.
She’d lost count of how many times she came.
Her legs trembled. Her body convulsed around him.
Her cheeks were soaked with tears as she buried her face into his shoulder, crying from pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
Her lower body was too sensitive now, and every stroke felt like another orgasm was being pulled from her.
Lorenzo held her tighter, dragging her down onto him again—chasing that final high like a man gone mad.
Lorenzo’s chest heaved beneath her, his cock still buried inside her, twitching. But even as Krystal trembled from the aftershocks, his hunger hadn’t dulled.
Not even a little.
Without warning, he gripped her waist tighter and flipped her over effortlessly. Her back hit the mattress, her legs sprawling open beneath him. His rod slipped out, glistening with both of their mess. Her nipples were still pebbled and begging for his mouth.