Lorenzo Zurzolo Height Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Fuck. Get on my cock. Now." I positioned myself over him and slowly sank down. The stretch was immediate and intense, making me gasp. No matter how many times we did this, I would never get used to his size. "Oh god," I moaned, my head falling back as I took him inch by inch. "That's it, baby," Lorenzo encouraged, his hands guiding my hips. "Take all of me. You can do it." When I was finally seated fully on him, we both groaned. He was so deep I could feel him everywhere, filling me completely.

“He is so charming!” “Shut up!” Isla frowned. “This chauffeur is seriously turning heads with his irresistible charm. Damn, he is hot!” Isla cast a quick glance at Zenith, attentively listening to her friends. He was truly as charming as they depicted him. Towering at a height exceeding six feet, blessed with an olive complexion, captivating black eyes, luscious dark brown hair, a perfectly straight nose, and irresistibly kissable lips. “Can I get his number?” Her friend quietly whispered as Zenith made his way over to them.

He huffs. “Not funny, Bella. He’s a very dangerous man.” And just like that, my breath catches. I know who he means. I turn. And there he is. Late, as always. Lorenzo Vitalio. He’s in a black suit, the kind that looks like it was made for his body alone. Broad shoulders. Rough hands. That unreadable expression he wears like armor. He shakes Antonio’s hand, nods once. And then his eyes find mine. It’s a stare-off. Ten seconds of nothing but thick silence and tension.

So you can say I never got a car from my parents. My brother is twenty-one and studying economics as he will take over the family business from my father one day. Lorenzo is blond with blue eyes like my mother and my sister. The only thing he got from my father is his length. Lorenzo is six foot three. My sister, Amara, is five foot nine and wants to become a model after school. Amara is not very intelligent, and it is good that she has looks that count in her favor.

She is the youngest person working in the Seamus Group of Companies. She is 23 years old and 4 feet, 5 inches tall, of which I say she is short and has a normal, good-looking shape. "And why is it so fishy that both of you can't mind your business here, especially you, Zoey?" Luca ranted out of anger. Of course, he had every right to be angry because this morning Zoey wasn't available, and then he had to do her job as the assistant.

I asked for classification. “Yep. As you can see, just sitting on the floor, Ivan is massive. So, I’m sorry to tell you this, but while you are mountains and taller than most, he is around two and a half meters… er… eight feet tall.” Zoe explained. Holy shit! Gunnar and I are tall guys. I’ve never met someone taller than us. And now we’d be related to one. This must be what Zoe meant when she taunted Gunnar over his claim of being bigger. Not that I want to consider Zoe knowing any details about her sister’s mate’s dick.

The fact that the burgundy sweater also happened to complement my skin tone and the jeans made my legs look good was purely coincidental. My phone buzzed at exactly seven o'clock. {I'm downstairs.} I grabbed my purse and headed down, my stomach doing nervous flips the entire elevator ride. Lorenzo was waiting by his car, and the sight of him made my breath catch. He'd changed from the suit into dark jeans and a black henley that stretched across his chest in a way that should be illegal. His hair was slightly disheveled, like he'd run his hands through it, and he looked relaxed in a way I rarely saw.

I didn’t even have the time to process what just happened and before a sound could leave my throat I was pulled into that room and my back was now flat against the door. I had to tilt my head up to look at his face as he hovered over my figure. I still don’t understand how tall he is. I’m not even a short person, I’m average. “Enzo what are you doing-“ A head full of fluffy mane drops on my shoulder before I can finish my words. Goosebumps crawl all over me as Lorenzo lies his head on my shoulder and his nose brushing my neck. His arms wrap around me as he breathes me in making me go blank for a couple of seconds.

he informed me, and I nodded my head in understanding. Lorenzo was very manly looking, with well-kept dark brown hair, the genetically given green eyes that we had shared between us siblings, a shadow of a stubble upon his defined jaw. The stubble was normal for him it was kind of part of his everyday look and that navy blue fitted suit he wore was something he had practically lived in since he was seventeen.

Now that we're both standing next to each other, I noticed how tall he is. "What's your height?" I couldn't help but ask him. He slightly frowned, as if weirded by my sudden question. "6'1." He was taller than me by five inches. I looked at him from head to toe. The crease on his forehead deepened. In contrast to his white polo that was spotless smooth. I slightly pouted my lips while looking at his uniform. He looked like a student model straight out of a magazine. Lenos is the type of student who exudes intelligence but doesn't look like a nerd.