Page 81 of Lorenzo's Claim

I hummed against her pussy as I heard her beg for her release, something I wasn’t going to give her…yet.

“Such a pretty little cunt.” Her pussy clenched around my fingers, her body betraying just how much she enjoyed the harshness of my words. I devoured her clit, her moans of pleasure ricocheting off the walls. “You’re going to come and then take my cock like a good fucking girl.”

“Please…”

“I love to hear you beg,” I growled against her.

“Please…” Her voice trembled, each syllable a desperate plea. Her perfect mouth formed the word, imploring with a raw, aching urgency that cut through the air like a knife, every fibre of her being begging for salvation.

If I died to that sound, I’d die a happy man, that was for sure.

“Not yet, wife. I’m not done with you,” I chuckled, the rumble vibrating against her sensitive flesh.

My tongue delved deeper, working alongside my fingers, teasing her to a point of no return and pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Ana was a mess of writhing limbs and incoherent moans, her body a symphony of pleasure and need. I knew she couldn’t take much more as I nipped her clit.

“Fuck,” she cried out, breathless and in need of more, as I thrust my fingers inside her pussy. I sucked her clit into my mouth, my tongue flicking against it in a relentless rhythm. “Please, Lorenzo.”

“Come for me,” I growled against her pussy. “Fall apart for me.”

Those words were all she needed to give me everything I wanted. Her body arched into me as her orgasm ripped through her body. She fisted the sheets as she convulsed. I didn’t stop, not until I drained every last drop from her.

“Lorenzo,” she moaned, her breathing ragged as she struggled to get more words out.

I locked eyes with her, our gaze electric as she observed me teasingly flick my tongue across her clit one last time before rising to peel off my swim shorts. Her eyes widened, a mix of surprise and anticipation etched on her face at the sight of my cock. Even though she had seen it before, I could sense a whirlwind of questions swirling in her mind. I joined her on the bed, my presence looming over her petite frame.

“Tell me what you need,” I whispered, bringing my lips to her ear.

"You. I need you," she whispered, her voice quivering like a fragile leaf in the wind.

My body enveloped hers as her icy blue orbs implored me with a silent, urgent plea. "You have me, wife. You'll always have me," I said, my voice a soft promise in the quietude that surrounded us. My lips grazed hers tenderly, a feather-light touch that spoke volumes, while my hands found their place on her hips, fingers curling around them with a gentle yet firm grasp, as if anchoring us both in the moment.

“Then fuck me… Please,” she whimpered as I teased her lower lip between my teeth.

Her body quivered beneath me as I aligned myself at her entrance. The searing heat of her pussy was an intoxicating invitation, urging my cock forward with a relentless hunger as I pushed insistently against her core. Her breath caught sharply, a gasp of desire escaping as the head of my cock entered her slowly, the cool metal of my piercing sending shivers through her as it brushed her sensitive clit. Her eyes locked onto mine, burning with passion, a silent yet fervent approval that fuelled the fire between us.

This was more than sex to me, more than just fucking her. This was me showing her that, no matter what happened or what was thrown at us, she was mine.

With a fierce, deliberate thrust, I drove my cock into her, feeling her pussy stretch and envelop me as those intoxicating whimpers escaped her lips. My piercing teased every inch of her tight, slick pussy, and damn, she was tight. I plunged deeper, filling her utterly as she gasped, the sound echoing like a siren in the room. Her nails raked down my back with a fiery urgency, and her legs clamped around my waist with unyielding force, locking me in with primal intensity. I lived for it.

Lived for her.

“Relax for me, Ana,” I instructed as her eyes softened, and a smile played on her lips.

She obeyed my every word, her body surrendering as I began to move inside her. My thrusts were slow and controlled, a careful restraint to ensure I didn’t lose myself completely for her first time. Yet, with every thrust, an overwhelming torrent of ecstasy coursed through me, as her tightness gripped me with an irresistible force.

“You feel so fucking good,” I moaned against her ear as hers joined mine in a beautiful symphony. “So fucking perfect.”

She tilted her hips, meeting my thrusts as her nails raked down my back. My skin burned, but I craved it. It took everything I had not to flip her over and fuck her with no control. Right now, it was all about going at her pace.

As if she knew what I wanted, she captured my face in her hands. “Lorenzo…” she whispered. “Harder.” That one word was all I needed.

I obliged. Of course I did. My thrusts became more urgent, more relentless, as she relaxed and fully let me in. “Fuck,” I breathed as her pussy squeezed my cock. I was lost in her and the way she commanded me with nothing more than a word.

She arched into me, her breasts pressing into my chest as I gripped the back of her neck, slamming my lips against hers. I could feel how close she was, her pussy giving her away as I filled her to the brink. “Look at you, taking my cock like a good girl,” I purred against her mouth as she moaned into mine.

“Lorenzo,” she panted. “I’m close.”

I kissed her with a hunger that left us both breathless. My tongue invaded her mouth as I slammed into her pussy, stealing everything from her. Our bodies collided in a heated embrace, her moans filling my mouth as she fought for breath.

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