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Lorenzo’s chest heaved beneath her, his cock still buried inside her, twitching. But even as Krystal trembled from the aftershocks, his hunger hadn’t dulled.

Not even a little.

Without warning, he gripped her waist tighter and flipped her over effortlessly. Her back hit the mattress, her legs sprawling open beneath him. His rod slipped out, glistening with both of their mess. Her nipples were still pebbled and begging for his mouth.

He hovered over her for a heartbeat—just long enough for their eyes to lock. Then he crashed down, mouth hot and greedy on her neck. He sucked hard at her pulse, dragging his tongue up to her jaw, then lower, over her throat. His teeth grazed her skin, not gently, leaving angry, wet kisses that marked her as his.

Krystal gasped. Her body twitched under him, still far too sensitive. But Lorenzo didn’t care.

He needed her again.

His mouth found her breast, latching onto one aching nipple like a man starved. He sucked hard, pulling the soft flesh deepinto his mouth. His tongue lashed across her nipple, fast, rough, sending jolts straight down to her core. His other hand cupped her other breast, thumb flicking the hardened peak until her back arched in helpless pleasure.

“Lorenzo—” Her voice broke in a whimper, but he didn’t stop.

“Shhh…” He growled into her skin. “This one’s mine.”

His mouth moved between both breasts, leaving them red, wet, overstimulated. Her nipples throbbed under every flick of his tongue, every graze of his teeth. She writhed beneath him, overwhelmed, but he held her down—one hand flat on her belly, the other gripping her thigh.

Then he reached down and rubbed the tip of his shaft against her soaked folds.

“You feel that?” he hissed against her breast. “You’re still dripping for me. Do you really think I’m gonna stop now?”

With one slow, punishing thrust, he slid back inside her again.

Krystal’s entire body jolted. Her legs curled up reflexively, trying to close, but he hooked his arms under her thighs and pushed them wide apart, locking her open.

“Lorenzo—ah!—it’s too—”

He silenced her with a deep stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Then he started moving, slow and brutal. Each thrust ground his cock against her most sensitive spots, making her cry out louder than before. He was deeper now, somehow thicker, harder like his body had only gotten more desperate for her.

His mouth didn’t leave her chest. He bit and sucked her nipples in turn, tongue working them raw while his hips pounded into her without mercy.

“You feel how tight you’re squeezing me?” he growled. “You're not done yet. You’re still hungry.”

Krystal clawed at his back, nails digging in, legs trembling around his hips as the pressure built again—too fast, too sharp. Her skin was slick with sweat, and his name kept falling from her lips like a chant.

“Lorenzo… Lorenzo… please…”

He lifted his head, face flushed, eyes dark and burning. “You wanna cum again?”

She nodded wildly, barely able to speak.

His hand snaked between their bodies, fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in fast, ruthless circles, just as he slammed into her with everything he had.

Krystal shattered.

Her legs jerked, her moans turning into screams as her pussy clamped down on him with violent pulses. The heat of her climax dragged him with her. With a guttural roar, Lorenzo drove in one final time and exploded inside her—his cock pulsing, spilling deep.

He collapsed onto her, chest pressed to hers, still inside, still twitching.

The room echoed with the sound of their ragged breathing, skin damp, hearts pounding in sync.

And even as she lay trembling beneath him, Krystal felt the heat of his breath near her ear—his voice low, possessive, and rough:

“I’m not done with you yet.”

Krystal was trembling, her body boneless beneath him, when Lorenzo slowly pulled out. She whimpered at the suddenemptiness, her oversensitive core fluttering from the loss of his heat.