Lorenzo Bold Sex Novels & Stories

Glancing over to Aria, I saw that she had resumed eating, even though she looked like she would rather be anywhere else but here. “I mean, I’ve always known you wanted to have sex with her. I can see why,” Lorenzo continued, and it took all in me not to stuff his mouth with my bare fist. “She’s hot, sexy, beautiful…but I didn’t think redheads were your type.” “It’s weird to be this concerned about my assumed sexual life,” I hissed in annoyance, even though I knew he was heading somewhere else. “It brings me to question if this is just sex.” That earned him a humourless chuckle from me.

When I reached him, I took his free hand, the one without the cigar, and pressed my lips to it softly. Lorenzo finally moved, his strong hand lifting my chin up gently. His intense eyes locked with mine as he leaned in and blew the cigar smoke directly into my face. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t even blink. I knew the kind of man Lorenzo was. He hated weakness. He hated women who cried and begged. He loved confidence, strength, and boldness. With Cole, I had to pretend to be fragile and broken, but with Lorenzo, I was someone else—someone fierce and wild… yet submissive to him.

I sat with my thighs pressed together, imagining Sterling's hands ripping this dress off me, his mouth on my breasts, his cock pushing inside— "Hey." Wren smirked. "You're squirming. Thinking dirty thoughts?" "Shut up." She laughed and cranked the volume. "—Lorenzo Vitale announced three more Manhattan acquisitions this week, expanding his legitimate empire while federal investigators—" "God." Wren practically moaned. "Lorenzo Vitale. That man makes me want to commit crimes just so he'd punish me." "He's a monster." "He's a god." Her voice dropped. "You know what they say? He never gives an order twice. Once. That's all you get. Obey, or he'll make you wish you'd never been born."

Lorenzo flashed a bright smile as he reached both of Selena's hands in front of his lips for a kiss. “My Love Selena, you are indeed a very understanding wife, thank you dear. Tonight I just want you, hmm.” Selena closed the magazine hard and immediately put the magazine on the nightstand. Tonight is the time to pamper her husband so he doesn't whine like Enzo when he doesn't get toys. "You can touch me today but on one condition, don't make me pregnant!" "Deal, I won't get you pregnant honey." Lorenzo promised happily and lunged at Selena who was sitting next to him.

We kept going for what felt like forever — kissing sloppily, sucking and biting each other’s tits, fingering, using the cucumber on each other again, and tribbing in different positions until the back seat was an absolute mess of pussy juice and sweat. By the end, both of us were panting, covered in marks and cum. Regina smirked at me, still gently stroking my sensitive clit. “Best fucking Bolt ride I’ve ever had in my life.” I wiped her juices off my chin and grinned. “We’re nowhere near Camden yet, love… I’m taking the longest possible route.”

Replied the man who seemed to show an interest in her. Helena knows that he's attracted to her, and she’s met people who go after her like that. Yes, the foreign man looks quite attractive and has a mature attitude, but to be honest he’s not Helena’s type. Helena wasn’t very interested in him either, but because Helena thought they wouldn’t see each other again, so she accepted the bet. ***

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

“Both of you. I want to feel the convergence while you’re inside me. I choose this. I choose your cocks stretching me open. I choose your cum filling me up. Every damn time.” Lorenzo climbed over me first, kissing me brutal and deep while he slicked his cock with spit and pre-cum. He pushed in slow, that thick girth splitting me open inch by burning inch until his hips met my ass. I moaned loud, nails raking down his back. “Still so fucking tight,” Lorenzo grunted, starting to thrust—deep, powerful strokes that dragged over my prostate every time. “Choosing you was the best decision my blood ever made. Even before I understood why.”

My other hand is cupping and fondling his balls, massaging them in a way that has him cursing and moaning. "Megan. Fuck, don't stop," he pants and I increase my speed, stroking him faster, harder. I lean forward, my tits pressing against his chest and suck his earlobe into my mouth, biting it. Lorenzo's whole body tenses. His muscles flex and his hands fist the sheets as he grunts, his hot seed spilling into my hand. His breathing is hard and his chest is rising and falling as he comes down from his high. I release his still rock hard dick and straddle him.

I started walking by his side. “You are too pretty to be an omega. Did you know that?” Yes. Sure. Definitely. The beauty queen of omegas. “No.” I said politely. “Well, now you know.” Lorezo bent his head to stare at me and winked. He was pretty. His white t shirt clung to his chest showing his great physique and his blonde hair fell on his forehead giving him the charm of bad boy next door. If Adrian had not occupied each one of my brain cells already, I would have been flattered to be flirty by such a good looking guy. But now when I looked at Lorenzo, even when he flirted so openly I felt nothing but the need to just get away as fast as possible before he escalates his flirty skills while