Lorenzo Bold Sex Novels & Stories

Taking in the entire scene. “Holy. Fucking. Shit.” Elena scrambled off in an instant. Face burning—not just from embarrassment. From guilt. Dante rose slower. The red creeping up his ears was the only thing that betrayed him. “Don’t stop on my account,” Lorenzo said, tone silky with amusement. “I can give tips. Wider knees, better leverage.” “Lorenzo.” Ice over steel. A single word that carried a full warning. “Thirteen techniques, bro.” Completely unbothered.

I closed my thighs in surprise, but Toshiro only pried them back open. I struggled with my trembling thighs but then I felt Lorenzo lift me from behind and made me sit on his lap with my back close to his chest. Lorenzo used that to lift my thighs for more access to Toshiro. "Better?" "Damn, better." Toshiro smirked before his tongue slowly licked my clit in a circular motion then moved down to my slit as he collected my juices on his tongue and soon felt the soft muscle entering my gaping hole. "Leo and Dominic really went harsh on you, hmm? Do you want us to make you feel better?" Lorenzo whispered in my ear, and not only that, but he is also whispering dirty talk in my ear while rubbing m

“Your greedy little cunt can’t even hold me in.” Then—he slammed back inside, making my whole body jolt forward with the force. My scream was muffled by the pillow, but it was real. Lorenzo fucked me like he owned every breath in my lungs. He grunted with each thrust, his abs flexing against my lower back, his hand never loosening its grip on my waist. His other hand slipped around to my front, between my legs, finding my clit with practiced precision. “Daddy’s going to ruin this pussy,” he whispered. “Mark it. Break it. Make it mine.”

Tinsely moaned, sensing his cock filling her dripping cunt. The air smelled of sex and filled with their screams. Lorenzo was pounding into her faster, and he loved the way her nails were digging into his bare back. Her walls tightened around his cock, and he loved the way she accepted wholeheartedly. “Fast...ter!” “Ouch! Deeper!” “Oh yes!” Her delicate sighs got louder, as her body arced on the bed. “You are so sweet, my baby,” Lorenzo said in his husky voice, his dark eyes bore at her as he fucked her in so many ways he fantasised about.

Luci watched her squeeze her eyes shut as she clamped her thighs against his wrist and snapped her hips up, once, twice, three times before she froze, all the muscles in her thighs and belly and bottom tense and quivering, and he felt her contract against his fingers. The touch of his hands so warm on her bare skin sent another burst of heat straight to Sonia’s core and made it ache as a small sound escaped her. His hand again slipped between her thighs and she cried out on a half sob of pleasure as he touched her delicate, aching flesh. And all Luci could feel was his touch, all she knew was the heat that moved through her, the want, the burning desires of need. She was speechless, nearly m

Gosh! “There's no problem, just a little tired.” I sighed, staring at the drink in front of me. “Hey Lorelei, you're crazy, so here's a question for you.” I leaned forward and she threw me a glare. “You're gonna pay for calling me crazy but go on.” “I know you've had sex with every type of man out there..” She gasped, looking offended, but it was not a lie. Lorelei was adventurous, and she didn't do the same guy twice unless he was really worth it.

“Honey you and I know you’ve had it bad for the past year. And trust me, your emotions flying around is pent up frustration due to lack of sex! You really need to get your back blown out like he said.” “God.. Lisa!” “And dear Nathan! Bless him. He is such an understanding and good man. He loves you and cares about your well-being. I have never seen any man that considerate. He wants you to do it Rene.. He wants you to get over this” “Lisa…” “And please Rene don’t pretend you weren't just fingering yourself last night with p**n sounds all over your room” My eyes widened. “Lisa!” I almost screamed, embarrassed. “You.. You heard?”

Even the men on the bikes dismounted, their movements synchronized, the air crackled with a menacing aura. My gaze landed on the man who stood in the middle. A scar, eerily similar to Ice's, ran across his face, his features sharp and predatory. He threw a cigarette butt to the ground, crushing it under his heel, and let out a cold, humorless laugh. "Lorenzo," he bellowed. "It's good to see you," he poked his head and smirked when his gaze landed on me. "I see you have a beautiful companion. That's lovely,"

I asked, holding out the photograph to him. I took Aurora from his arms, settling her on my shoulder. “Two bows. That’s your limit. And no glitter,” Getting glitter off was harder than loading an AK‑47. “Oh yeah… Emilia’s boyfriend. Adrian Cortez. Posh Spanish dude she’s been dating for about seven years. Nothing to worry about,” Theo finally said. I froze, the pieces clicking into place. Adrian Cortez… Alessandro Visconti… A slow, dangerous chuckle left me. “Alessandro Visconti, you sly bastard.”

Once we got home, Lorenzo pressed me against the wall and kissed me with impatient hunger. The scent of cigars mixed with another woman's perfume hit me hard, almost making me gag. I pulled away. "I don't feel well. I want to take a shower." Lorenzo lowered his voice at once. "Alright. I'll warm some milk for you. Before you sleep, I'll give you a massage." His phone rang. He glanced at the screen, and a flicker of conflict crossed his face.