Page 12 of Elusive Enforcer

I loop my arms around his neck, my fingers digging into his slightly mussed hair. Pulling him down, I initiate the kiss this time, breathing him in and melting against him. Lorenzo growls into my mouth, dropping his hands from the wall to cup my ass. He helps me grind against his hard cock, creating just enough friction to drive me insane. It’s not enough. I need more.

Whimpering into his mouth, I cling to him, molding myself against his body, trying to climb this beast of a man. He growls again and lifts me up with two hands on my thighs, using his body to press me against the wall as he rubs his thickness against my core. I let out a moan, tipping my head back as Ishamelessly squeeze my thighs around his hips and grind my pulsing, dripping pussy against him.

“Jesus,” he grunts into the side of my neck before kissing me there. “I can feel your heat.”

All I can do is whimper as he takes my mouth once more in a searing kiss. The next thing I know, I’m being carried and then placed on a hard surface. Breaking the kiss, I look around and realize I’m sitting on a desk. Lorenzo steps between my legs and nuzzles into my neck, his hands gripping my hips in a bruising hold. I love it. I want his mark. I don’t even care how messed up that sounds.

Lorenzo breathes against my mouth, his thumb pulling my chin down. He fills my mouth with his breath once, twice, then a slow, rolling lick of his tongue. A shudder wracks his body and he grabs my knees, spreading them wide and jerking me to the edge of the desk.

“Your lips are so fucking sweet,” he murmurs before diving back in. His hands trail up my thighs, pushing my dress up higher and higher. I whimper into his mouth, then gasp when his thumbs brush against my lacy panties.

“M-more,” I stutter out, unable to hide the desperate tone in my shaky voice.

“So wet for me,” Lorenzo grunts. His lips brush against the shell of my ear, making me shiver. Even just that light, teasing touch makes me ache for so much more. “Can I touch you, beautiful? Can I make you come?”

I nod my head and wiggle my hips, trying to get him right where I’m hurting the most. “Please,” I whisper, fisting his shirt.

Lorenzo doesn't waste a single second. He presses his thumb against my panty-covered pussy, rubbing my clit in light, teasing circles. The lacy fabric scrapes against my sensitive bundle of nerves, making me jerk forward and press my face against theside of his neck. Lorenzo grunts in approval, then slips his hand under the waistband and touches me for real.

I bury my face deeper into his neck, muffling the loud moan that escapes my lips. His fingers slide through my soaking wet folds, stroking me up and down but never quite touching me where I need him the most. I tilt my hips, seeking relief, but Lorenzo just chuckles darkly.

“You need something from me?”

“Mmhm,” is about all I can say at the moment.

“Need me to fingerfuck this tight, wet little pussy?”

“Y-yesss,” I moan.

“Need me to make you come?”

I nod my head, then gasp and fall forward into his chest as he rubs the rough pad of his finger over my clit. Lorenzo grunts in approval before crashing his lips down on mine. I immediately open up for him, letting him take control. I’m at his mercy, completely surrendered to the pleasure only he can bring.

When his thick finger circles my pulsing entrance, I cry out, the jagged, broken sound echoing around the tiny room. I feel myself tense and release, more of my arousal dripping out of me and coating his hand.

“God, Florence. So fucking responsive,” he whispers, more to himself than to me.

I have no idea what I’m doing, but my body does, some primal instinct taking over as lust trickles through every vein, every cell, hitting me deep in my core. Releasing my hold on him, I lean back, setting my hands down on the desk behind me. I open my legs wider and tip my head back, letting him do whatever he wants to me.

He growls, the savage sound rattling my bones and making me impossibly wetter for him. Lorenzo leans over me, biting down on my exposed neck as his finger thrusts into me, stretching me wide open.

“How are you so damn tight?” he groans.

I don’t have a voice, let alone an answer for him. Lorenzo slowly slides in and out of me while grinding the heel of his hand against my clit. I arch my back, shoving my cunt down on his finger, silently begging for more. Lorenzo gladly obliges. He shoves two fingers inside me, curling them up and stroking some incredibly sensitive spot over and over.

“Oh, god,” I whimper. “Fuck, Lorenzo, fuck…” I hardly ever swear, but how can I control my responses to this man?

“That’s it, Florence. I feel you. I feel this tight little cunt squeezing me so damn good. I know you want to come for me.”

All I can do is whimper and nod. One minute I was yelling my frustrations at this man and the next, he’s turning my heated passion into the most unexpected and drugging pleasure.

My soft, urgent cries grow louder and louder as the pressure deep in my core expands and pushes all the air out of my lungs. Lorenzo leans over me and winds his fingers in my hair while still owning my pleasure and my pussy with his other hand.

He tugs gently but firmly on my long locks, forcing my gaze to meet his. Hungry, almost feral brown eyes stare back at me. Our heavy breaths mingle, his lips barely touching mine.

“Come for me, beautiful. Come on my fingers. Fill my hand up with your release. I want it all. It’s mine.”

His dirty words make me shiver and spread my legs wider, wanting that. Wanting to obey him. Wanting to give him everything he demands of me.

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