Page 38 of Four Love (Ever and Always 2)

Holly blinked, trying not to let reality steal her enjoyment. Too late. Her breathing slowed and her legs loosened around him.

“That’s not how this works,” he told her. Lorenzo pressed harder, grinding on her and making her wetter despite her attempts to flee before he overwhelmed her. This time there was nowhere to run. Between Lorenzo and the fence at her back, she was trapped. Forced to confront the situation.

“How does it work exactly?” she asked, her voice breathy. “Do women tip you extra for lap dances if they come on you?”

He froze. “They used to. But I haven’t gone off the stage in about a month.”

“Oh.” Holly closed her eyes. “I’m sorry I’m such a bitch today.”

Instead of dropping her or berating her, Lorenzo smiled. “Jealous?”

“Maybe,” she admitted.

“You don’t want anyone else to have this cock? Only you?” He rubbed up against her again, this time with faster jabs of his hips that made her eyes fly open once more.

“Yeah.” Holly didn’t care if it was selfish, given that he shared her with his best friends so seamlessly. It was the truth.

“Good. Because you’re the only one I want to give it to, and I’m going to make you love every minute of it when I finally do.” He kissed down her neck, his hips adding a circle at the top of every stroke. Her thighs quivered around him, and she knew they weren’t going to be exposed long out there in the backyard.

Because she was about to surrender by coming before he’d even tried to press into her.

“Go ahead.” It was more of an order than an invitation. “Prove me right and I’ll reward us both. I’m going to fuck you so good, Holly.”

No fair. She couldn’t resist the combination of his confidence, his prowess, and his desire. A ball of pleasure slammed into her core then rippled outward, making every bit of her it expanded through shudder and clench. Even her teeth clicked together as she writhed in his hold.

Lorenzo didn’t stop and he definitely didn’t drop her.

As soon as she came, she felt him shift. His hand left her arm long enough to spear between them again, freeing his cock from his underwear. Before she’d stopped spasming, he began to penetrate the pulsing rings of muscle at her entrance.

It felt so good that Holly repeated his name in a guttural chant as he drove up into her.

The fence behind her creaked.

She hoped it held, but not even the mental image of them crashing, still fucking, into the neighbor’s yard and getting a million splinters in sensitive places was going to keep her from welcoming him inside her then.

“Fuck yes,” he growled. “You belong here, don’t you, Holly? With me. With us. In our beds and our lives. Don’t ever fool yourself into thinking otherwise.”

When he punctuated his demands with a nip on her neck, she shuddered, another mini orgasm washing over her as he pumped into her.

He wasn’t rough, but he was all-consuming. His strokes were glides, not painful thrusts. Unrelenting, they drove her wild as she was impaled on his thick cock. She milked him, coming again—or still—as he rode her, unleashing his doubts and the pain of nearly breaking apart as he fused them together as tightly as he could.

“Damn, Holly. You feel so good. So right. We fit. Don’t you see that?” He nearly begged as he filled her so full she could hardly do anything but cry out his name over and over. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she tried to spur him on.

“I do.” She gasped when he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her.

“Right there?” he grunted

“Yeah.” Holly panted each time he did it. “Yeah. Yeah.”

Then she was exploding, thankful for the wooden slats behind her, keeping her upright when the entire world went out of focus. She would have screamed if he weren’t there to swallow the blatantly sexual sound she made as she wrung his dick dry.

Lorenzo shuddered as he joined her, freezing, locked deep before unloading within her. His balls tapped her pussy as he jerked, emptying himself. The entire time, he stared into her eyes, letting her see that no matter what happened, he was never going to run on her.

And neither was she.

Never again.

Lorenzo braced himself with one straight-locked arm against the fence, his chest heaving as he basked in the remnants of his orgasm the same way she had the sunlight when she’d emerged from the house. After a minute or maybe two, he slipped from her body.

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