Chapter 87: Every drop
Ashley was in cloud nine.
Her legs spread wide, wild, giving Lorenzo full access. He kissed her navel and trailed down to her clit, fingering her hard. She screamed, her body trembling with every stroke. He experimented—different fingers, different angles—until he found the one that made her scream the loudest, thrash the hardest, curse without shame. And that’s where he focused.
Her body had forgotten what real pleasure felt like. Now it was being reminded—again and again. It was like rising from the dead and being handed your favorite sin on a silver platter. Moans, groans, cries, curses—chaotic music filled the room.
Butterflies swarmed in her belly. Her walls clenched, deliciously tight as she neared her climax.
Lorenzo saw it, how close she was. He replaced his fingers with his tongue, and something unexplainable lit up her entire body, sending her toes curling.
"Please... ah!" Her lips trembled, her whole body shaking as she shattered in his mouth. He licked her clean. Every. Drop.
Crawling up her body, his tongue painted a fiery trail along her skin until he reached her lips. He claimed it.
Her panting was ragged, out of control. Every twitch, every moan, every desperate muffled sound pushed Lorenzo closer to the edge. Holding back was becoming torture.
"I’m going to fuck you now, sunshine," he whispered, his breath hot against her neck.
"Then do it," she hissed, soaked in frustration and need.
He pinched her nipples, his cock teasing her entrance.