Page 50 of Hot-Blooded Killer

Loosening his hold slightly, he holds me there lightly with one arm as, with the other hand, he unbuttons his pants, shoves them down to the ground, and steps out of them. I shudder in anticipation as the entire length of him presses against me, searing into my bare skin.

Careful to hold me lightly enough so I know I can get away if I want to, but tightly enough to remind me of his strength, Lorenzo uses one foot to kick my legs apart a little, as if he were about to cuff me, take me prisoner.

Then he uses the other hand—the one not grasping my hips—to push me down, placing his palm in the center of my upper back so it arches a little as I bend over.

I whimper again, shivering as he holds me both against him and down on the desk. I tilt my ass up in the air a little higher, arching my back even more, until Lorenzo slides his cock along my slick opening.

“Tell me you belong to me,” he commands.

I whimper in response, and he slaps my ass. “Tell me you’re mine,” he rasps.

“I’m yours.” The words come out shaky and quiet.

“Again,” Lorenzo orders. “Louder.”

“I’m yours,” I say, my voice stronger. “I belong to you, Lorenzo.”

He pushes against me a little harder, and I’m so wet that he slides entirely inside me easily, filling me up so completely that I have no choice but to push back against him, aching for even more. He pauses for a moment, and his cock throbs inside me.

I want to rock back and forth against him until he explodes inside me, even as I also want to make sure he never comes so that he’ll never leave.

When he finally pulls out, he withdraws almost completely, leaving only the tip still in place, until I shake and beg him not to go.

“Tell me again.”

I know exactly what he means.

“Please, Lorenzo. I’m yours. All yours. Now and forever.” At my words, he plunges into me even harder than before, until he’s slamming himself into me thrust after thrust and I push back every bit as hard to meet him, crying out that I belong to him.

At the last minute, he slides one hand around me, dropping it from my stomach to my clit, pressing the heel of his hand into my abdomen as his fingers dance over me and he grinds his hips against my ass.

He pulses inside me as he comes, and I follow him over the edge into ecstasy, pressing my mouth against the desk as my orgasm lifts me off the floor and up onto my toes.

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After we’ve caughtour breath, Lorenzo picks me up and carries me to our bedroom, where he puts me on my feet next to the bed.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to me. The heat of his lips slanting across mine sends chills racing down my spine, and my shiver seems to move through me and into Lorenzo.

Sliding his palm down my back and settling it in the small indentation just above my ass, he pulls me closer to him, molding my body to his until I can’t tell where I end and Lorenzo begins.

The realization that he wants this every bit as much as I do lights me from within, and I meet his heat with a fire of my own, pressing hard against him and pushing his lips open with my tongue, deepening our kiss.

With a groan, Lorenzo skims his mouth down the side of my neck, dropping tiny kisses along the way until he reaches the hollow just below my collarbone. When he licks that spot, I whimper. Then he’s pulling off my shirt and casting it aside and tugging at my bra with one hand. He draws me tight against him with the other hand against my back and sucks my breast into his mouth, running his tongue over my pebbled nipple.

Streaks of heat spark from my nipple straight down to pool in my abdomen, where it throbs in time to my heart, every beat a pulse of sheer desire.

“Please,” I whisper, not even sure why I say it—but the single word seems to act as a spur for Lorenzo, who pushes off my pants and sweeps me up with both hands under my ass, lifting me from the floor.

He moves his mouth back to mine for another deep, tongue-tangling kiss.

Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist, crossing them at the ankle behind him, and tighten my arms around his neck.

I feel him hard against me, our underwear between us an irritant. With tiny, inarticulate noises, I wiggle a little, as if I can dislodge the fabric between us by motion alone.

I gasp when Lorenzo tugs my panties out of the way. Then I moan as he guides the tip of his cock to my slick entrance, and I wiggle as he barely pushes upward and then slides back out without fully settling me onto him.

“Hang on,” he whispers, then thrusts upwards at the same moment he loosens his grip enough to let me drop down onto him.

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