Lorenzo Bold Sex Novels & Stories

It was more than good, it bad moved every fragment of my soul and the thought of having sex again bloomed in my mind and in a few moments, I realized that I was starting to get turned on, which made me feel embarrassed once again. Before I could get my thoughts together so I could speak, Lorenzo was rolling us around in the bed till he was laying above me, trapping me underneath his large body. He had an eyebrow arched as he regarded me closely, so closely that it felt like he could read my mind right now. “So, how was it?” He mused and I blinked at him once. “What?” I mumbled and he snorted before leaning down to press a kiss into my shoulder. “The sex, how was it?” He clarified, not a flic

He touched a spot that sent a bolt of lightning arcing through my core and my hips bucked in response. My eyes narrowed in concentration as his finger stroked over and then around. Up one side and the other. Then down, even further and he circled his finger around more sensitive flesh before I... Oh God. *************** *LORENZO* I bit back a groan as I pushed the tip of my finger into her snug channel. She was soft and deliciously wet. My cock surged hard and massively swollen against my trousers. I pushed my finger deeper, simultaneously stroking her clitoris.

"Gonna pound this tight little pussy until you're screaming my name." I moaned, arching up into him. "Yes, please. I want you so bad." He reached down between us, yanking his sweatpants down just enough to free his massive cock. It sprang out, slapping against his abs, and I licked my lips at the sight. He was even bigger than I'd imagined, thick and veiny, the head an angry purple and already leaking pre-cum. Lorenzo gripped himself in one large hand, rubbing the tip through my slick folds and coating himself in my juices. Then he notched himself at my entrance and pushed forward, breaching me with a single powerful thrust.

Lorenzo said in frustration. And he was telling the truth. As a teenager, Lorenzo was the smartest and most calculative but seemed celibate. And so they drugged him once to get him to fuck a woman at a pub. He did, but after that, he was upset and only did it again after his first kill. He then turned sex into something he did in a depressed state.

he mused, his tone light yet serious. "We do," I agreed, snuggling closer. "But what now?" I asked, curious about his plans for the rest of the night. Lorenzo lifted me, carrying me to the bed where he positioned himself at my entrance. "Ready?" he whispered, his eyes searching mine for any hint of hesitation. I nodded, my body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. He slowly pushed inside, filling me, and I cried out, the pain sharp but fleeting as he paused, giving me time to adjust.

I'd much rather be doing this in the dark so he can't see my body because I am ashamed of how far I've let it get to but I'm also glad that I'm putting weight on again. Lorenzo kisses my body as he crawls up to me and lines himself up. I can't even think straight right now. He spits into his hand while watching me closely, all the while stroking himself into me and waiting for me to give him what I know we both want and need. "Do it. Please" "I will baby girl. I'll go slow for tonight but after this...ill be fucking you like I've never fucked anyone before" "Can we not talk about you fucking other women while you're about to fuck me"

I reach down and spread her wider with my fingers, mashing our pussies even tighter together until there’s no space left—just constant, slippery friction, clits rubbing raw and desperate. “Yes! Fuck yes! I’m cumming.” I scream as my pussy pulsed, and with the sensitive skin on Lira’s cunt, I can tell that she’s not so far behind too. It feels good. So fucking good. I ride her harder, every grind sends fresh squirts of our mixed juices squirting out sideways, soaking the sheets, our thighs, her ass. My room smells of sex, musky, sweet, filthy. I lean down and bite her neck hard, sucking a dark mark while I fuck her cunt with mine. “Manifest a toy,” I demand against her skin. “A thick strap. N

Sometimes, it happens just once in several weeks and that was because he doesn't have sex for pleasures, but only when he was in pains. He pulled his organ out to her entrance, then went right in again. "My Lord...!" Amel could barely control it this time around as she moaned his name. Lorenzo was never the gentle type in bed because he completely had no idea what romance was, or what fun could be. Well of course, the only fun he knew and enjoyed was killing his enemies. He pulled out to the tip again and the next movement he made back in, he'd done it with so much force that Amel felt him hit the mouth of her womb.

My breasts were bouncing with each movement, and Lorenzo couldn't seem to look away. "Touch yourself," he ordered suddenly. "I want to watch you play with your tits while you ride me." My hands immediately went to my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples the way I liked. The added stimulation made me moan loudly. "Fuck, that's hot," Lorenzo groaned. "You're so fucking sexy, baby. Do you have any idea what you do to me?" I was too far gone to answer. All I could focus on was the feeling of his thick cock stretching me, filling me, hitting that perfect spot inside me with each downward thrust.

He whispered something in her ear, and she laughed, low and intimate. “Guess what kind of wedding gift I brought you,” she murmured. His face changed in an instant. Desire, careless and familiar. “I’m listening.” She caught his hand and guided it lower. “You’ll like it.” I stayed hidden in the shadows and watched them for one unbearable second too long. By the time Lorenzo returned to the lounge, his lips were still wet. His friends noticed at once. “Now we can talk like adults.” “Where was the best one? Answer, or drink.”