Page 107 of Lorenzo's Claim

She did without hesitation, she locked her gaze onto mine over her shoulder.

“Hold onto the bed. Don’t let go,” I ordered, watching her do as she was told.

I thrust into her. Her sharp gasp as I filled her confirmed she could handle all of me, every single inch. Her fingers gripped the sheets like a lifeline, as a symphony of sweet moans escaped her. My hand snaked around to her throat, a gentle but firm hold, increasing the intensity of the moment. She shot me a sultry smile over her shoulder as I pounded into her relentlessly. With every forceful thrust, her body tightened around me, enveloping my cock in a vice-like grip, her desire insatiable.

“Fuck! Lorenzo,” she moaned. “I want you to come.”

“Not yet.”

I circled my thumb over her clit as I leaned forward, sinking my teeth into her shoulder as she let out another moan, no longer caring if anyone other than me could hear her. Her body trembled beneath me. Her pussy squeezed my cock as I slipped my thumb, now slick with her arousal, into her mouth, letting her taste herself. Her tongue swirled around my thumb, as she hummed, enjoying the taste of her.

“Good girl.” I murmured, my voice thick with admiration and satisfaction. My grip tightened on her throat, as I could feel her pulse race beneath my hand.

“Please, Lorenzo… I can’t…” She pleaded, her fingers digging into the sheets. “Please.”

I slammed into her once more, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, not allowing her to fall into the abyss just yet. “You’re going to come with me, when I say.” Her pussy clamps down on my cock as I bury myself inside her. My thrusts became faster, harder and more desperate as my own orgasm built.

“Fuck, Ana.” I moan, revelling in how good her pussy feels. “That’s my good fucking girl. Taking my cock so well.”

Her head fell forward as I felt her body giving in bit by bit, “Lorenzo.” She whimpered, her eyes snapping shut as she tried to hang onto the edge until I gave her the go ahead for her release. “Please.”

"Come for me." I growled into her ear as she finally let go, and gave into the sensation she felt overwhelming her body. My own erupted in pleasure at the same time as hers. “Fuck, Ana!” I roared her name just as loudly as she cried out mine.

My come filled her pussy, and there was no sweeter feeling as I emptied myself into her. My body shivered as I pressed a kiss to the bite mark that decorated her shoulder. “You’re fucking incredible, do you know that?” I said as I pulled out of her with a groan.

She could barely answer, her head hung forward as her fingers remained fisted in the sheets while she tried to catch her breath. Come trickled from her pussy and down her inner thigh. “I’m quite something,” she managed, her breathing slowly returning to normal.

She slowly and gracefully rose from the bed, before making her way towards the ensuite.

“Where are you going?” I called out after her, but she’d already disappeared.

I followed her to see exactly what she had planned for the rest of the night.

“I’m running a bath.” She sat on the bath’s edge as she poured scented oils into the shallow water. She looked breathtaking sitting there. Her cheeks were flush, her lips were swollen, and her skin was marked by me.

“Do you need anything?” I asked, turning towards the shower.

“Yeah, you. Where are you going?” Her voice was as soothing as an angel’s, and it sent goosebumps over my skin.

“I was going to shower and get into bed.” I glanced over my shoulder, her eyes wide with hope, her lips parted in protest.

“Stay with me.” She smiled, looking more exhausted as time went on. “We never got to see if you were a bath man, did we?”

That was true. And who was I to turn down such an offer?

She dipped her feet in first before slowly submerging herself into the water, her breasts bobbing at the surface. She knew I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she looked up at me with a come hither gaze.

“Move forward then and let me in.” I felt my heart swell in my chest as she scooched forward, wearing the most genuine, happy smile. She allowed me enough room to slip in behind her. Water sloshed around us as she relaxed back into me, her fingers tracking invisible lines on my thighs.

“So, do you think baths will become your thing?” she questioned, craning her head to look up at me.

“It’s too early to tell, but honestly, if you're in them with me, then yes.” I laughed before imagining coming home to her after a shitty day, relaxing like this while she cheered me up with tales about her day.

Fuck… What was wrong with me?

I used to want to beat the shit out of something, down a few whiskeys, and inhale a few cigarettes after a shitty day. And now, all I could think that would calm me down was her…

Was I in love? Was she in love with me?

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