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I hold her down, stroking and licking until she comes undone. With a loud moan, she collapses against me, her fingers still in my hair as I continue to taste her, lapping all her juices. Finally, I pull away and watch, fascinated, as her body heaves in exhaustion.

She sighs as I press a kiss on top of her thigh, kissing her up to her stomach covered by the apron. My hands reach up to pull the apron strap over her neck, exposing her breasts and stomach.The strap on her waist rips open as I tug at it. Finally taking the piece of clothing off her, I let it drop to the ground.

She watches me with dark eyes as I resume my kisses on her stomach. She hums when I squeeze her breasts, before bringing my lips to it and running my tongue over the soft skin.

Finally, I trail kisses up to her neck and back to her lips.

Her mouth opens and I slip my tongue inside, running my tongue over hers. I’ve always avoided kissing women because of how intimate the act is. But as I continue to kiss Lorena, I realize that I can do this forever. The feel of her lips against mine is compared to nothing else in the world.

I take a few more strokes before pulling away to take in her flushed face. Her green eyes are hazy and unfocused, bringing a subconscious smirk to my lips.

“Are you tired already?” I taunt, pulling a drawer on my desk open to fish out a condom.

The moment I rip the packet open with my teeth, Lorena’s eyes flash with desire again.

“I can never be tired of you.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Lorena

It’s hard to remember that I’m on a mission when Leo slides his dick against my wet folds, his large hands gripping my waist tightly as he slides into me. He grunts as his length sinks inside my wet heat, and I spread my knees further apart so I can feel every angle and dip of his cock inside of me.

I moan, gripping his shoulders as he pumps in and out of me at a slow, torturous pace. The sound echoes off the walls around us, loud enough for me to hear over my heavy breathing and the pounding drum of my heart.

His thumb rubs circles on my waist as he pumps his hips into mine, sending jolts of pleasure down my spine. I run my hands down his chest, suddenly annoyed by the fact that he’s still in his clothes while I’m completely naked.

“Take your shirt off,” I order him.

His eyes flash with something dangerous before he brings his hand to my neck.

“Did you just order me, Lorena?” he asks, his voice low and dangerous.

I don’t know what comes over me, but the next word that slips out of my lips is a breathy, “Yes.”

Leo makes a deep sound in his throat before bringing his head down to kiss my neck. I moan as his teeth graze against the sensitive flesh, and when his hands find my breasts, I moan out loud.

“I think you need to be a little bit more polite,” he rasps against my skin, dragging his tongue down to my chest.

I release a choked gasp as he takes one breast into his mouth, taking his time to bite and swirl his tongue around my nipple.

“Please,” I choke as I bury my hands in his hair to keep him in place.

The way he moves slowly in and out of my pussy and the way he roughly kisses and bites my breasts gives me whiplash. I’m a mess, writhing and trembling in his arms.

“Good girl,” Leo murmurs, and I hate the way my toes curl as dark pleasure rolls through me.

Leaning slightly backwards, Leo gives me the privilege of watching his fingers work at the buttons of his silk pajama shirt. His body looks languidly sensuous under a sheen of sweat that has already begun to cling to the flimsy material. I watch with dark eyes as he starts from the topmost button, undoing that one before swiftly popping the next two open. The shirt opens in the middle with each movement, revealing a tatted, ripped chest and strong collarbones. It is a simple white t-shirt.

Bracing one elbow on the desk behind me, I use my free hand to circle my clit. A low groan falls out of his lips as he watches me. I spread my legs apart further and take him an inch deeper insideme before bringing my fingers back to my clit again, stroking and soaking my fingers in my wetness.

“You’ll be the fucking death of me,” Leo breathes, his voice husky with arousal. His fingers work the rest of his buttons until he finally shrugs the shirt off his shoulders.

I swallow as I take in the intricate ink tattoos on his skin. Dark red and black lines of ink snake from his shoulders down along his biceps and across the expanse of his chest and taut stomach. I trace their path with my eyes, drinking him in until I reach my full.

“Happy now?” Leo asks, his voice rough with lust.

I can only manage a loud moan because he grabs my hips again, stepping closer and burying himself deep into me.

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