𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝚩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 | 18+

11 || LAKE DECK

CHAPTER ELEVEN | LAKE DECK
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

With a single jerk of his wrist, he yanked Natalia into him and smashed his lips on hers, kissing her with such heat, that she couldn't help herself but moan against his lips. His kiss grew violent, stealing her breath and all she was worth as he forced her closer, kissing her until she was soaking wet and dazed.

"Lorenzo..." Natalia inhaled sharply as the tent in his pants pressed against her sensitive sex. "I need you. Now, please."

Lorenzo shuddered, pulling her closer, kissing her as though she was the air that he needed. He couldn't get enough of her lips, enough of feeling her weight on top of him, beneath him, and he certainly couldn't get enough of the sweet noises that left her lips.

Desire coursed through him, nearly making him lose sight of his control as he dragged her hips closer, dry-humping her like a fucking teenager. "Talia," he gritted. "Clothes off. Now."

Natalia didn't hesitate to take the hem of her nightie in her fists and drag it up her body, disconnecting their lips for half a second as she took the silk off, leaving her in only her panties. But Lorenzo didn't want her wearing her fucking panties. He wanted her naked on top of him as he took her apart for everything she was worth.

He cupped her hips and took the fragile sides of her thin lacy panties in his fists. "Sentimental?"

Natalia blinked in confusion in between kisses before pulling slightly away to stare into his expectant eyes. "My panties? No, they're just- Lorenzo!" Natalia stared in shock at Lorenzo, the coy-looking man almost appearing as if he hadn't just ripped her panties off her form, how he'd managed to do so without hurting her, she'd never know.

Lorenzo simply tilted his head at her and dragged her even closer until her breasts pressed up against him, her eyes locked with his, his uneven breaths mingling with hers. "Hmm?" What was that? Am I hearing any complaints?

Natalia slapped his chest. Before any noise of complaint left his lips, however, she dragged him closer by his collar and smashed their lips together with such fever that Lorenzo couldn't help but groan in approval, his chest rumbling in satisfaction. He liked her desperation. In fact, he loved it.

"Talia," Lorenzo warned when her tiny fists started to tear his dress shirt apart, the buttons flying off the fabric and into the lake as her hands greedily touched his toned torso.

"Shut up and kiss me."

He didn't need to be told twice.

Craning and positioning her head better so he could kiss her properly, Lorenzo's hips moved against her gyrating ones as she continued greedily roaming his chest. Their kissing didn't stop until she suddenly and violently shoved his chest back, causing him to lie flat against the deck. He would've glared and complained hadn't it been for her next action.

Natalia licked up his chiselled abdomen, paying special attention to his toned abs before grinning naughtily at him. His breath halted, pupils dilating as the girl's attention lowered to his straining sex pushing against the confines of his slacks. It wasn't long before she decided to take him out of his misery by further lowering her hand and releasing his penis.

Her hand lazily moved up and down his impressive length. "Say please."

Lorenzo glared. He never said please. The word didn't exist in his vocabulary.

Natalia's eyes darkened, her grip tightening almost painfully around him, so much so that a deep grunt reverberated from his chest. "I said say please."