Page 93 of Lorenzo & Lily

He leaned over and took a nipple in his mouth, biting lightly and tugging it.

She finally came, and it. Was. Glorious.

He pulled his fingers out and impaled her on his cock fast. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

She was already riding him. “Lo?”

“You feel so fucking good, baby. Ride me.”

She started shifting on top of him.

“Harder.”

She shook her head.

“Harder.”

“Your arm.”

He growled. “My arm is not the body part needing attention right now.”

She huffed a laugh which turned into a moan. “Oh God. Lorenzo. I missed you. God, I missed you.”

Fucking hell. “I missed you, too, baby. God, I missed you, too.” He thrust up and her head fell back.

“Lo.”

“Faster.”

“Lo.”

“Faster.”

“Lo!”

He covered her mouth with his, and swallowed her scream as she came again. Lorenzo thrust once, twice, three times, then filled her.

Fuck, it felt good to fill her.

She collapsed on him, and he adjusted the recline on the bed to lay flat. He ran a hand through her damp hair while she gently rubbed his hurt arm.

“Did we make your arm worse?”

He kissed her forehead. “No. Stop worrying.”

“I’ll never stop worrying about you.”

His arms tightened around her. “Thank God for that.”

She kissed his chest and got up. “I’m going to go clean up.”

He cupped her face and kissed her, long and sweet. “Hurry back.”

While she cleaned up in the bathroom, he used the other paper towels and small sink in the room to clean himself up. He’d just fixed his pants when a knock came at the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me,” his mother replied.

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