Page 99 of Lorenzo's Claim

“Do it,” I growled, my voice rough with need for her as my grip tightened on the desk.

Her fingers finally slid around my cock, squeezing gently before she leaned in, her tongue flicking the tip. “Fuck,” I groaned as my head fell back the second she took me in her mouth, her lips wrapping around me with deliberate slowness. She took me deep as a tear escaped her eye. Her tongue swirled around the head as her hands gripped my thighs to steady herself.

“Fuck, Ana.” I moaned breathlessly as she worked me with expert movements that were, unfortunately, short-lived.

What the fuck was she doing?

She pulled back, her eyes meeting mine as she slid her fingers under her skirt and between her legs, letting out a soft moan as she stroked her pussy. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she touched herself, her lips parting to let out the sweetest fucking breathy moans.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice hoarse and full of fucking need.

“Showing you what you’re missing,” she teased, her fingers moving faster as her breaths came in short gasps. She leaned into me, her lips brushing mine as she whispered, “I’m so wet for you. Do you want a taste?”

What kind of question was that? Too right, I wanted a taste.

I fisted her hair, pulling her head back so I could fully see her face. “Stop teasing me,” I commanded. “You already know the answer.”

“And if I don’t stop… What will you do then?” she challenged, her eyes daring me to take control.

I didn’t hesitate as I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to her feet. I couldn’t resist. I ripped open her skirt, letting it fall to the floor around us. “No panties again, Mrs. Ricci?”

“It certainly looks that way.” She teased her lower lip between her teeth. I quickly took over, pulling it into my mouth as I pressed her body against the desk with my own.

“You want to play games?” I whispered, lifting her effortlessly onto the desk as she let out a gasp. “Then, let’s play.”

My hands moved to her thighs, spreading them wide as I dropped to my knees between her legs. Anastacia’s breath caught as my fingers slid into her, my touch rough and demanding. “Good girl,” I growled, loving how wet she was forme. I sank my fingers deeper and teased her, circling my thumb over her clit.

I pulled my fingers free and licked them clean. The taste of her was the only drug I’d ever need. “You taste so fucking good,” I whispered, the warmth of my breath skating across her bare pussy.

“Fuck…” She moaned breathlessly, her head falling back as I leaned in, letting my tongue replace my fingers. I wanted to devour her with a hunger that left her trembling. I ate her pussy like she was my last meal, one I’d die a happy man eating. I gripped her thighs and left my mark on her skin as my tongue teased and worked her relentlessly.

“Lorenzo,” she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as her body slowly started to quiver, threatening to give in earlier than expected.

But I wouldn’t let her give in just yet. Instead, I pulled her back. “Not yet,” I whispered between slow, tantalising strokes.“I’m not done with you.”

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled to fight the ache for release. I loved every single second of making her wait. She opened her mouth to protest, but that was replaced by a moan of pleasure as I spanked her sweet pussy, hitting the spot I knew would drive her wild.

“Fuck!” she moaned, her chest heaving as she struggled to regain her control. Her moans were like a symphony of perfection and listening to them was pure ecstasy. “What are you waiting for?” she challenged, her voice nothing more than a whisper.

My lips curved into a dangerous smile. “For you to beg.” I smirked. “For you tobegfor your release.”

“Eat my pussy like a good boy, and I’ll beg you,” she commanded. I almost combusted, hearing her words.

I slowly traced a deliberate path along her pussy as ragged moans escaped her. I knew exactly where to touch, lick, and nip in order to get her to surrender. Sucking on her clit, she let out a whimper. It only made me suck harder, thrusting my fingers deeper as I curled them inside her.

“Fuck… Please…” she moaned, her body arching into my touch. “Lorenzo… Please…”

“Once more.” I needed to hear her plead, needed to hear her whimper as her orgasm was on the brink of exploding through her.

“Please… Let me come, please…” she cried, her voice no longer the whisper it was before.

“Fuck. Come for me,” I growled, my voice vibrating against her skin. “Let me taste it. Give me everything,” I demanded as my words sent her over the edge.

“Lorenzo, fuck!” She cried out as her orgasm ripped through her. My mouth never faltered as I devoured her, savouring every last drop of her arousal. She was helpless, lost in a storm of pleasure. Her body trembled as I flicked my tongue over her clit one final time.

“Good girl. I knew you could beg for what you wanted,” I teased as I rose to my feet, positioning myself between her legs.

“That’s the only time I’ll ever beg, so don’t get used to it.”

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