Chapter 21 You Still Want More #2
He hovered over her for a heartbeat—just long enough for their eyes to lock.
Then he crashed down, mouth hot and greedy on her neck.
He sucked hard at her pulse, dragging his tongue up to her jaw, then lower, over her throat.
His teeth grazed her skin, not gently, leaving angry, wet kisses that marked her as his.
Krystal gasped. Her body twitched under him, still far too sensitive. But Lorenzo didn’t care.
He needed her again.
His mouth found her breast, latching onto one aching nipple like a man starved.
He sucked hard, pulling the soft flesh deep into his mouth.
His tongue lashed across her nipple, fast, rough, sending jolts straight down to her core.
His other hand cupped her other breast, thumb flicking the hardened peak until her back arched in helpless pleasure.
“Lorenzo—” Her voice broke in a whimper, but he didn’t stop.
“Shhh…” He growled into her skin. “This one’s mine.”
His mouth moved between both breasts, leaving them red, wet, overstimulated. Her nipples throbbed under every flick of his tongue, every graze of his teeth. She writhed beneath him, overwhelmed, but he held her down—one hand flat on her belly, the other gripping her thigh.
Then he reached down and rubbed the tip of his shaft against her soaked folds.
“You feel that?” he hissed against her breast. “You’re still dripping for me. Do you really think I’m gonna stop now?”
With one slow, punishing thrust, he slid back inside her again.
Krystal’s entire body jolted. Her legs curled up reflexively, trying to close, but he hooked his arms under her thighs and pushed them wide apart, locking her open.
“Lorenzo—ah!—it’s too—”
He silenced her with a deep stroke, burying himself to the hilt.
Then he started moving, slow and brutal.
Each thrust ground his cock against her most sensitive spots, making her cry out louder than before.
He was deeper now, somehow thicker, harder like his body had only gotten more desperate for her.
His mouth didn’t leave her chest. He bit and sucked her nipples in turn, tongue working them raw while his hips pounded into her without mercy.
“You feel how tight you’re squeezing me?” he growled. “You're not done yet. You’re still hungry.”
Krystal clawed at his back, nails digging in, legs trembling around his hips as the pressure built again—too fast, too sharp. Her skin was slick with sweat, and his name kept falling from her lips like a chant.
“Lorenzo… Lorenzo… please…”
He lifted his head, face flushed, eyes dark and burning. “You wanna cum again?”
She nodded wildly, barely able to speak.
His hand snaked between their bodies, fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in fast, ruthless circles, just as he slammed into her with everything he had.
Krystal shattered.
Her legs jerked, her moans turning into screams as her pussy clamped down on him with violent pulses. The heat of her climax dragged him with her. With a guttural roar, Lorenzo drove in one final time and exploded inside her—his cock pulsing, spilling deep.
He collapsed onto her, chest pressed to hers, still inside, still twitching.
The room echoed with the sound of their ragged breathing, skin damp, hearts pounding in sync.
And even as she lay trembling beneath him, Krystal felt the heat of his breath near her ear—his voice low, possessive, and rough:
“I’m not done with you yet.”
Krystal was trembling, her body boneless beneath him, when Lorenzo slowly pulled out. She whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her oversensitive core fluttering from the loss of his heat.
But Lorenzo didn’t give her time to recover.
His hand slid down her inner thigh, fingers dragging through the slick mess between her legs. “Look at you,” he murmured darkly. “Still so wet.”
Lorenzo grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach, dragging her hips up so she was on her knees, her upper body pressed into the mattress.
He leaned over her, his chest hot against her back, mouth right at her ear. “Arch that pretty back for me,” he whispered, voice rough. “Show me that perfect ass I’m about to ruin.”
Krystal obeyed, her back curving, ass lifted high. She could feel the weight of his rod rub between her cheeks, teasing, not quite entering—just enough to make her moan in frustration.
Then he dipped lower and rubbed his cockhead up and down her drenched slit, gathering her arousal, spreading it over her folds. He grabbed her hips tight, thumbs pressing into her dimples, and slammed into her in one brutal stroke.
“Lorenzo—ah!”
He grunted, rolling his hips, grinding deep as her tight walls squeezed him again like a velvet trap. Her hands clenched the sheets, her face buried into the bed as he began pounding her from behind, each thrust deep and intense.
Her body rocked forward with the force of each motion, gasps turning into ragged cries. Her breasts bounced beneath her with every thrust, her nipples still sore and needy.
Lorenzo leaned over again, one arm wrapping around her waist to hold her flush against him while the other reached up, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back gently.
He licked a long, wet stripe from her shoulder to her neck, then bit down.
She cried out, pleasure and pain tangled together like wildfire.
His mouth moved lower, sucking her skin, marking her up. Then he reached around and grabbed her breast, roughly kneading it before pinching her nipple between his fingers.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he growled against her ear, still fucking her deep and steady.
Krystal moaned, her voice broken by his strokes.
He pulled her tighter, his thrusts turning wild—fast, deeper. Skin slapped against skin. The bed creaked beneath them. His hand moved between her thighs again, finding her clit and rubbing it fast while his shaft dragged her open from behind.
She was a mess. Sobbing, gasping, moaning his name with every breath.
And then it hit her again.
Her body locked up, pleasure bursting through her like lightning. Her walls clenched him so hard it nearly knocked the air from his lungs.
“Fuck—Krystal—” he groaned through gritted teeth.
With one last, guttural thrust, Lorenzo buried himself deep and came with a growl that sounded like it tore from his soul. Hot streams spilled inside her as his body trembled above her, his breath heavy and uneven.
He stayed inside her, holding her tight against his chest as if letting go would make the moment vanish.
Slowly, he pulled out and eased her back down onto the bed, wrapping his arm around her waist as he laid beside her, both of them soaked in sweat and release.
His lips pressed against the side of her head, softer now. “Does it feel good?” he whispered, brushing the hair from her face.
Krystal gave a weak nod, eyes fluttering closed.
“Good,” he muttered. “I’m not finished.”
Krystal’s body was limp in his arms, flushed and trembling.
He stared at her ruined, exhausted form—skin glowing, lips swollen, thighs slick and trembling. The sight only made him harder. Again.
“Don’t fall asleep on me,” he murmured against her ear, voice still low and gravelly.
Krystal’s breath caught as his hand slid down her spine, slow and reverent, following every curve of her back. She felt his rod, already hard again, pressing hot against her thigh.
He pulled her close, chest to chest, and kissed her, claiming every inch of her mouth like it belonged to him. His tongue slid past her lips, dominating hers in a kiss that had her whimpering against his mouth.
Then he rolled her onto her back again. She was completely exposed, thighs slightly parted, lips red and damp, hair wild across the pillow.
Lorenzo just stared at her for a second, his chest rising and falling heavily.
“You don’t even know what you do to me,” he whispered. “Every inch of you drives me insane.”
He leaned down and kissed her neck, slower now—his lips soft but careful. He kissed from her collarbone to the base of her throat, then to the hollow between her breasts. His mouth moved to one nipple, swollen and still sensitive, and he sucked it in deeply.
“Ah… Lorenzo—” she gasped, arching up into his mouth.
He groaned, tongue swirling around her nipple while his hand massaged the other breast, thumbing the peak until both were red and slick again. His teeth grazed her, gently but enough to make her shudder.
“You like it,” he murmured, licking across her chest. “You still want more, don’t you?”
Krystal bit her lip, nodding helplessly.
That was all he needed.