𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝚩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 | 18+

20 || CIGARETTES

CHAPTER TWENTY | CIGARETTES
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

Had anyone told Natalia a year ago that she'd be in the bed of one of the richest men in the world, getting fucked her brains out, Natalia would laugh in their faces before telling them to go see a psychiatrist. Alas, Natalia was truly the one who had the last laugh, seeing as she was indeed getting her brains fucked out until her words seemed to escape her.

"I-I can't anymore. I-I-! Lorenzo!"

Lorenzo completely ignored her, pinning her onto her back and easily thrusting into her slick folds, taking her once again despite her cries. He'd already given her a safeword and she hadn't used it once despite her cries and repeatedly asking him to have mercy.

He only fucked her harder.

"Tell me how good it feels."

She clenched around him like a proper little cum whore, another cry left her lips. "So good. So so so good."

His breathing gets heavier as he pulls her closer, unable to get enough of her soft skin. She was so addictive and he was an addict. "My name. Say it."

Her head tipped back, a strangled moan leaving her lips as he fucked her faster. She was gonna cum. "Lorenzo."

His voice grew huskier as he drew kisses along her jaw, drawing moans from her lips. Her back arched and he trailed his kisses down her body, taking a nipple between his lips and making her cry aloud. "Are you gonna cum for me?"

Natalia nodded fervently. "Yes. I'm gonna cum." She needed it more than she needed air.

His finger dipped into her dimpled cheek. "Cum then."

She came, Lorenzo prolonging her orgasm, fucking her harder, faster, rougher until her face was a mess from how hard she was sobbing, her mascara running down her face. She was a mess but to Lorenzo, she'd never been hotter.

Burying his head into the nape of her shoulder, he moaned against her skin, holding her hips down and ploughing into her so hard that the bed nearly gave out. Lorenzo preferred giving pleasure rather than receiving it but with Natalia, he felt like he was always on the receiving end of the deal, no matter how hard he fucked her and how loud she screamed.

He laid his hand flat against her lower stomach, applying just a bit of pressure to intensify everything she was feeling, crashing his lips against hers to quiet her screams. He didn't want anyone other than himself to hear the sweet noises she made.

"Are you close?"

When Natalia felt Lorenzo nodding, she tightened her legs around him, moving her hips in figure eights, making his breath hitch. "Talia," he warned. "I'm not wearing a fucking condom."

She didn't care. "Cum inside. I'm on the pill." She'd already made that clear, yet he hesitated. "Please?"

Lorenzo came almost instinctively upon hearing that sweet word leave her lips but unlike the lust-driven girl, he'd held onto some of his self-control, quickly pulling out of her and spilling his cum all over her sex as he glared at her glaring self.

"I told you to cum inside."

Lorenzo completely ignored her, standing up and grabbing a fresh towel to clean her up. He said nothing as he cleared her skin of his cum, not saying anything when she pouted at him and sighed in annoyance and disappointment.

"Why won't you cum inside me?"

Because he knew he'd grow addicted to the feeling as much as she would.