Page 27 of Forbidden (Wicked Billionaires #1)

LORENZO

Inside, I force myself to take things slow, and I try to be gentle with her. I lay her down on my bed, and I undress myself as we explore each other’s hungry eyes.

Finally, we kiss, and I nibble all the way down her neck, breasts, and finally to her soft stomach.

As she starts to whimper and hold my head, I get to really taste her.

I start to worship her pussy, and the waiting is over.

I swipe up and down, her wet folds, and I hold her butt, and pussy in my large hands. As she starts to writhe and buck, I am forced to hold her tighter.

After fucking her with my tongue, I focus on her clit, and I suck it inside my wet lips. I slide three fingers in and up, and I hit the spot.

As Storm moans, I try to drive her wild. I suck her clit harder and harder, and I fuck her with my fingers.

Finally, she starts to unravel, and she bucks into my wet face. “Inside now,” she pants close to begging. “Need now!”

I do not let her distract me, and I send her ruthlessly over the edge. As she gasps and pants, a mess on my bed, I roll on a condom.

I then find her on her knees.

Storm rubs the back of her butt, and I shake my head. I can’t help but smile, before I kneel behind her.

Storm watches us in the big mirror in my room.

“Hair,” she pants.

So much for taking things slow.

I twist one hand around her hair, turning it into a control rope. I then rub my crown against her slick folds. As our eyes meet in the mirror, I pause. “Tell me you want it, Storm.”

The panting girl nods, but I command her. “Say it!”

“Take, me. Fuck me, Lorenzo,”

I tease Storm with my huge crown, and she starts to get frustrated. Just when she starts to get angry, I slide in, driving most of the way in one long thrust.

I know I am stretching her wide and I see her chest and stomach surge. As I slide all the way out, she gasps, and wonder fills her eyes.

She smiles wickedly and I yank her hard onto my cock. As I hold her butt with my other hand, I rest my wet thumb on her anus.

“Oh Lorenzo.”

I claim her pussy carefully, but I soon lose control. Storm somehow takes it, likely because she was so primed and dripping.

I drive into her with reckless abandon, and I push her to towards orgasm again. My hair pulling, biting, nibbling, and thumbing of her clit does it, and as she shatters, she clenches savagely.

“Lorenzo, oh, Lorenzo.”

Her tight pussy convulses, sending me over the edge. I come into her hard, hardly able to breathe. As I hold her firmly onto my cock, I hold her shoulder with the other, and I growl low, “STORM… ”

Our bodies go through nearly endless aftershocks and finally we calm.

Without coming out of her, I do what she wants, and we lay straight down on our stomachs.

My full weight is not on her, and I take my weight on my knees and elbows on both sides of her. My mouth is near her ear, and I kiss her softly.

“So perfect, baby. You are so fucking perfect.”

After a small break, and me forcing Storm to hydrate, I prepare to take her again. This time it will be on the large strong flat desk in my room.

After tossing the movie and fashion magazines in a corner of the room, I tell Storm, to climb up. She does as I command, and as I return with another condom, I find her playing with herself.

I watch her circle her clit, and squeeze a nipple. She then licks her fingers.

As I harden, our eyes hold. I pull her ankles my way and her entire body slides along the slick surface.

She is so wet, she is dripping. “Straight in.”

I raise a brow and the vixen nods, her full lips open.

After fisting my cock, I roll on the condom. Storm is still playing with herself and it’s so fucking hot.

I line up, and I slide inside her.

Storm moans loud and her back arches. She sits up, grabs my face and fucks it with her tongue, before dropping down again.

I rock in and out, we are soon moving in perfect union. For whatever reason, she is the perfect size, and it feels incredible.

I do my best to not go all the way, but again I fail.

Storm calling, “harder,” repeatedly does not help. Neither does our sweat, and the sound of our bodies slapping against each other.

Or me commanding her to come for me.

Finally, with her sucking on my thumb, my other thumb ruthlessly circling her clit, and me driving into her, she flicks her head back and moans.

It is savage, and I’ve never experienced someone so fully give themself to orgasm.

As she rebuilds energy, and comes back for more, I decide to let her run things.

Slowly, I pull out and her eyes go big. “No.”

I flick my head and pull her hand. “Get up, my turn.”

Storm smiles, climbs up, and with me below her, she squats over my cock. She drops down on me, and soon finds the right angle.

As I hold her butt, and rub her clit, her eyes glow. “Oh God. Oh God.”

Watching Storm fuck the hell out of me with awe in her eyes is too much. As I finally buck and pump cum hard and fast, Storm slumps down on me.

Her core contracts around me, and it milks me hard.

As we end up in a pile, I hold her close, and to my chest. I am still in her where I belong, and she sounds like she has just run a marathon.

“Doing that every day.”

I kiss her ear, “what’s that?”

Storm lifts her head, and she is covered in sweat. I lick her cum off a finger and thumb her lip.

“I’m going to do that every day.”

Storm looks serious and I laugh. The kid sure does have moxie. Our fingers have been linked for some time, and she kisses my knuckles. “Thank you, teacher.”

She sits up, and I look up at my student.

Storm moves ever so slightly, and I know this student will need homework. As she looks down at me, she squeezes one of her nipples.

I growl.

I awake in my bed as the sun rises, and I feel a body close. I open my eyes, and look around. Storm and I are spooning.

I can’t ever remember spooning, and I flinch.

After telling myself to grow the hell up and evolve, I lay there. It soon feels better than good, and the touch of another calms me.

Storm and I are still holding hands. I do not move, and I process it, trying to work out what to think.

About us.

I stay like that for thirty minutes or so, and I think about the amazing night. I cannot believe what we did, and I cannot believe the savage fucking she took.

And took without saying “slower,” “careful,” or anything else. She of all people, was demanding I take things further.

She is just lucky I didn’t go all the way.

As I smile, I suddenly remember her lips around my cock.

We’d taken a break, in the middle of the night, and we had walked naked to the kitchen for juices. It must have been around three. As I reached around in the refrigerator, I felt a hand on my naked shaft.

I stood to enjoy it, before I realized lips were around my cock and my crown was being sucked hard. As I felt hands around my butt, I purred her name and held her in place with a hand. As Storm sucked me, and fisted my cock, I fisted her hair and groaned.

Finally, she patted the kitchen island, and she pulled back. “Up.”

I did as I was told, and I was commanded to lay back.

As I did, the hot vixen sucked and pumped my cock hard.

While her eyes tracked mine, I called out her name and came inside her sinful lips.

The best blow job I’ve ever had then slowed, and Storm looked up while licking my cum off her lips, and fingers.

Instead of asking how she had done, the crazy young thing put her hands on her hips and raised a brow.

As I held my cock, I growled low, “back in the bedroom. Now!”

Storm stirs in my arms, and she finally awakens, and stretches. After turning into my arms, she lays on my chest. Inches away, we talk, and we laugh about the evening. We are both a little slow, and we are both clearly used up. We also have a few bruises, bite marks and scuffs on our bodies.

I am however, completely satiated.

As we talk, Storm calls me bossy. She may not be wrong. I’d commanded her to come at times, and other times, I’d commanded her to not come.

Yet.

I’d also commanded her to do filthy things, perfect things.

I remember back, and I think of her taste. I keep recalling images of her wild eyes, and images of her gasping, panting, coming, and me being inside her, in almost every way .

I then remember us coming together. While screwing in a chair, with Storm riding me. I ask her if she remembers that, and she is silent. Suddenly she does, and she gasps. “Oh God, yes. That orgasm was so long, I was sure I’d forgotten my name.”

We laugh, and I shake my head at the madness. The weirdest thing is, it feels so natural.

We feel so natural.

It was the best sex I’ve ever had, ever. Likely because it was uncomplicated, and we were just doing what felt right. I think it’s also because I really like her.

And way too much.

We had fucked. We’d had sex. We’d also done what I don’t think I’ve ever done before. We made love.

And we did it slow, and deep, while looking into each other’s eyes. It was far more than just sex.

As I look up at Storm, I trail a finger along her chin. As we look into each other’s eyes, I glow. It was the best night of my life.