Page 106 of Lorenzo's Claim

“I like it.” I settled down beside her, leaning back against the headboard. “Now, let’s see if this food is as good as you claim.”

I unwrapped the burger she handed me, taking a huge bite. All the while, I felt those big blue eyes on me, waiting for me to say she was right.Dammit.

“Well?” she questioned, feeding herself a curly fry.

“I hate to admit it, but you’re right.” I took another bite. She couldn’t hide her triumphant smile. “This burger is pretty damn good.”

“I knew you’d like it.” She seemed so proud of herself as she laid back on the bed, turning her attention back to whatever movie she put on prior to me arriving.

“What are you watching?” It looked like a complete load of shit, to be honest, but she seemed into it.

“Why? Are you planning on watching it with me?” she questioned.

“Perhaps.”

But there was no perhaps about it. I was staying with my wife, watching whatever it was she wanted to watch. I draped my arm around her, pulling her close to me. She settled in the crook of my arm, fitting perfectly as if she was made for me, and maybe that was the case.

I watched the nineties movie she was enjoying, and honestly, I had no idea what was going on or who was in love with who, but Ana was smiling, and enjoying every second.

“I have no idea what’s going on.” I complained as she swatted my chest.

“Stop complaining and just enjoy being here in the moment with me instead.” Her fingers brushed one of the scars on my chest as she put me in my place.

Once the movie finished—thankfully, it was only a short one—Anastacia cleared the remains of our food away, leaving it outside of the bedroom door. Once she closed it behind her, she lifted my T-shirt above her head and tossed it aside.

“I think it’s time to claim your prize, Ricci.” Her voice was low and seductive, a raspy whisper that caused my cock to harden.

“Come here,” I demanded, and of course, she obeyed.

She sauntered over to me as if she was the hunter, and I, the prey, but she couldn’t be more wrong. She stopped before me, her eyes dropping to my cock as it fought against the restraints of my sweats.

“Get on your knees,” I ordered. Her eyes darkened the second she dropped between my legs.

Her tongue darted out to dampen her lips, her fingers teasing my waistband before she slid the sweats down my legs, letting them pool at my feet.

She ran her tongue along the tip of my cock as she kept her gaze fixed on mine. Moments later, she took me in her mouth, and fuck me, she was breathtaking.

Seeing this woman on her knees could easily have been the death of me. She fisted her hand around my cock while the other gripped my thigh. The deeper she took me, the more her nails dug into my skin, and I fucking welcomed it as my mind wandered to her raking those nails across my back, leaving her mark in her wake.

I fisted her hair at the nape of her neck, forcing her to take more of me, seeing just how far I was able to push her. “Eyes on me.” She obeyed instantly, her glazed gaze meeting mine. “Good girl.” She fought the urge to gag every time I hit the back of her throat.

Her mouth worked me expertly as a mixture of her own spit and my pre cum trickled down her chin and onto her heaving breasts.

Yanking her head away from my cock by her hair, I watched the tears stream down her face as she struggled to catch her breath. I was torn between fucking her mouth or her pussy. The latter won.

Lifting her effortlessly, I threw her onto the bed as if she weighed nothing. My need to fuck her took over everything else. I wanted to see her face as she moaned for me, wanted to watch her come undone as I made her come all over my cock. I trailed my fingers from her lips to her throat and down the channel between her breasts to her navel until I reached her perfect fucking clit.

“Don’t tease me… Just fuck me.” Her words shattered the silence as well as my thoughts. I ached to hear them again.

“Are you calling the shots on my prize?” I asked, watching as her eyes flared with an intense mix of desire and desperation.Her fingers darted to her clit, stroking and teasing with an urgency that took my breath away.

“Yes… Fuck me, please,” she begged, her voice breaking with desperation as her breaths tore from her chest in ragged gasps.

"Where would you like me to fuck you, wife?" I taunted, a wicked edge to my voice as I moved my finger to her ass, pressing firmly against her entrance. "How about here?" I whispered my words dripping with intent.

“My pussy, please…” she whimpered.

“What my wife wants, my wife gets.” I smirked. “Now, bend over for me.”

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