Lorenzo: Chapter 62

“Come here, sunshine, I’m not done with you yet.” Lorenzo grabs my hips, pulling me up so I’m on my knees with my head down and my ass in the air.

“I c-can’t … anymore …” I pant. Every part of my body aches and trembles.

He leans over me, his hot mouth resting against my ear. “I told you I was going to use this body all night long. Did you think I was playing?”

“No, Sir.”

“I won’t ever give you more than you can take, but you can use your safe word any time you need it.”

“Uh-huh,” I whimper.

“What is it, Mia?” he whispers, his warm breath dusting over my damp skin and making me shiver.

“Cantaloupe.”

“Good girl.” He drags his thumb through my wet folds, scooping up my arousal with the tip.

“Sir?”

“Yes?”

I chew on my lip. Will he be annoyed if I make him say it again?

He leans over me, cupping my chin in his hand and tilting my head back so he can look at me. “What is it?”

“Can you tell me again?” I whisper, tears pricking unexpectedly at the corners of my eyes.

He smiles and my heart bursts. “I love you, tesoro.”

“I love you too, Sir.”

He lets my head drop back to the mattress and rubs a soothing hand down my ass. “I know you do.” Then he spanks me hard, causing white-hot pleasure to burn through my core. I whimper with need as another orgasm starts to coil deep in my center. I stopped counting how many times he made me come when I got to four. They just keep rolling over me one after the next until I can barely remember my own name.

His hand spanks my tender cheek again and I yelp, pulling my legs toward my body but unable to move much. He tied my wrists and ankles to the bedposts a while ago, spreading me out like a giant cross but with plenty of give in my ropes that he can still flip me over whenever he wants. The man is a machine. A hot devilish machine with the body of a demigod.

“Sir,” I whimper after he spanks me again, harder this time, and I have no idea how it’s even possible that my body continues to crave him when I’m so completely wrung out and exhausted. I’m sticky with cum—his and mine—the sheets are soaked, and I’m pretty sure I’ve passed out at least twice. But I still push my ass back, needy for more of whatever he’s willing to give.

“You have such a beautiful ass, Mia.” He pushes his thumb, slick with my cum, into my asshole.

“Oh, fuck.” I hiss out a breath as my muscles clench around him. He spanks me over and over while he fucks me there, slowly working his thumb in and out, and I teeter on the edge of a sex-induced coma.

He sucks in a deep breath. “You’re so tight here, tesoro. Have you ever been fucked here before?”

“Yes,” I admit.

“Did you enjoy it?” He pushes his thumb deeper, making me moan.

“Sometimes,” I whisper when I regain my ability to speak coherently.

“You think you can take my whole cock in your ass right now?”

The words come out without thought. “Yes please, Sir.”

“You’re being such a good girl for me tonight, so much cum I don’t think I even need the lube.” He slips his thumb out of me, then to my shame and delight, he scoops our cum from between my thighs and uses it to coat his cock. Grabbing hold of my hips, he positions the crown at the seam of my ass.

He pushes in a little and I groan as he stretches me wide open. “Okay, sunshine?” he asks.

“Uh-huh.”

He waits, allowing my body to adjust to his size before he pushes a little deeper.

“So fucking tight,” he says with a growl as he massages my G-spot with his finger and sinks further into my ass.

“Sir!” Waves of unending pleasure roll through me.

“Almost there. You still okay?”

“Y-yes,” I whimper. “I can take more.”

“Yeah?” he grunts, his free hand gripping my hip so tightly, his fingertips bruise my soft flesh, but I don’t care. I’m going to be covered in his marks tomorrow, and I’ll remember how good he made me feel making every single one.

“Yes please!”

He rewards me by sliding all the way inside. I almost crumple to the mattress, but he holds me upright, stilling my body while he pushes deep. “Jesus. Fuck!”

I whimper and mewl like a feral kitten.

“So fucking good.”

I murmur something unintelligible, incapable of forming coherent words. And when he slips a second finger inside me and starts to fuck my ass and pussy at the same time, I go nuclear. He curls the tips of his fingers, pressing against that spot that he finds so damn easily, and I lose all sense of space and time. Wave after wave of euphoria overpowers me and a tsunami of cum rushes between my thighs.

My body shakes and shudders, and he finally allows me to drop to the mattress, pressing me down with his weight as he goes on fucking my ass. I try to focus on his words. On the sounds he makes when he comes apart a few moments later, but I’m floating somewhere between reality and oblivion, unable to get any rational sense of where I am. There is only warmth and happiness and a deep-seated contentment.

“You’re okay, sunshine.” Lorenzo’s soothing voice anchors me to reality, and I blink to find myself lying face up, free of my restraints. I feel blissfully cozy and there’s a soft warmth between my thighs that I can’t work out. “You coming back to me, tesoro?”

I focus on his hands. The warmth is a washcloth. He’s cleaning me up. Washing our cum off me. The fabric beneath me is dry now too. I wiggle my ass a little. The duvet is gone and I’m lying on the dry sheets.

“That feels nice.” My eyes flutter open.

Lorenzo kisses my stomach. “You did good. Are you feeling okay?”

“Hmm,” I murmur. “Better than okay.”

“Good girl,” he repeats, peppering soft kisses over my abdomen while he cleans me up. Then he pushes himself up from the bed, and I whimper at the loss of his warmth. My eyes shutter closed again. The bed dips beside me and I smell a familiar scent. Jasmine and lemon.

His hands glide over my calves, smoothing my favorite body lotion into my skin and working his way up to the tops of my thighs. “What are you doing now?” I ask softly.

“Making sure your skin doesn’t dry out. I just gave you a bed bath.” He chuckles.

“You’re so considerate, Sir.”

“It’s all part of the service.”

“Hmm. Fuck me into a coma and then take care of me after?” I giggle.

He playfully nips at my thigh. “It’s called aftercare. I’m surprised it never came up in your extensive research.”

“Oh, it did. I just didn’t think it would feel this good.” I practically purr the last word.

He rubs his hands over my hips and stomach. “I didn’t think anything could feel this good again.” His voice is thick with emotion, and it makes my heart ache. I reach for him, pulling him to lie down next to me. He goes on massaging my skin with lotion while he nuzzles my neck.

“I’m glad you took a risk, Sir.”

“So am I, tesoro.”