Page 28 of Forbidden (Wicked Billionaires #1)

STORM

Even if we should rest, my soul, and core crave more. I cannot believe our night. I also, cannot believe I was taken so hard, so long, and so deep.

I surprised myself, by mounting him on the chair, and coming on him. I guess we both needed it, and I got to live out a few fantasies.

As I lay on his chest, I have one hand on his stomach.

It’s so very soft, and as silky as satin. I slide my naughty hand down, and it brushes against his hardening shaft.

I’m unsure if I should try and have more sex, so fast, especially after being claimed half the night.

Before I can decide, Lorenzo pulls me up his body, and he peppers kisses on my neck. He next plays with my pebbling nipples, and he speaks softly in a whisper.

“You, young woman, will not have my cock in you. Not for at least three hours.”

“Phah!” I huff trying not to giggle.

Lorenzo pulls my hair back, so he can see my face. He did it like he did last night, and with full command of me, and complete control.

My clit is now throbbing, and I want to slide down onto that thick fat cock, that is now near my butt.

I want to have it stretch me wide again, so it hurts ever so slightly.

“Want now,” I say kissing his neck and trying to straddle his chest.

“Not want, need rest.”

“Has anyone ever called you selfish?”

“All the time.”

I laugh, and Lorenzo runs his hands down my sides to my butt. I move around on his body and our hips are touching. I know my pussy is well used, and I suspect his cock got a working over.

I try to place it firmly against to my now slick folds, and clit, but after moving around, he holds me tight.

“Gentle. We need rest.”

I move carefully around to protect his used cock, and he holds my chin. “Good girl, just a little time.”

I lay softly on top of Lorenzo, and my breasts rest on his big chest. Our eyes meet, and I have trouble not smiling.

“Sleep okay?” Lorenzo asks, as he slides a lock of hair from my cheek. I nod. “Have any weird dreams?”

Grinning playfully, I think about how to play it. “I dreamt it was a Saturday.”

“And… ”

“And I was at a cute sunny outdoor market in the city, with a… friend.”

“A friend? And… ”

“And we walked around… bought kooky things, flowers, and fruit, then we found a quiet place to be alone.”

“Aha?”

“And in that place, I… sucked his cock.”

Finally, Lorenzo is silent.

“And then what happened?”

“And he fisted my hair, fucked my slutty mouth, and shot his come into the back of my throat, emptying himself inside me.”

“That is not how it ended.”

“Really?” I ask raising a brow.

Lorenzo rolls us over in a perfectly controlled move. Somehow, he is now above me, and he is between my legs. His hard long cock is also sitting firmly against my folds, and clit.

I like it, and I whimper as I reach down.

I need him inside me, now.

Lorenzo swats my hand away, and he lifts it above my head, controlling me. I stare daggers even if I like the game.

“Continue,” he commands. “And how does it end?”

I drape my free hand around his neck, and I plan my sentence carefully. I am too slow, and he jumps in. “After you swallowed, you rolled over, to rest, and you laid back.”

“Did I?”

“You were then told to spread your leg.” Lorenzo says slowly. “You did as you were told, and you spread your thighs further and further, exposing yourself.”

My heart races, and I need his thick cock in me. “Then?”

“Then you were told to pull your panties aside.”

“Aha… ”

“And you did.”

As my heart races, I whimper.

“After, you pulled my head down, by my hair. You were then swiped, licked and tongued.”

I moan at the thought, as he rubs the crown of his hard cock slowly against my clit.

“And then two fingers entered you, and they curled inside your tight wet pussy.”

I whimper, as I get close to begging.

“As your clit, was sucked.”

I whimper, and I grind against his cock.

“And… ?”

“And the fingers and clit sucking was finally too much. You buck… ”

“Oh God,” I say, grabbing his face and kissing him fiercely. I pull his butt down and I grind his hard cock against my folds and clit.

I need pressure, and now. I grab his free hand, and I force our fingers deep into my wet pussy and moan. I need him to claim my wet pussy now, and nothing will get in my way.

Several hours later, and dressed casually in the NYC sun, we eat ice creams, and we walk around the market. Lorenzo had business plans, but he cancelled them.

Finally, after passing retro clothing places in the NYC market, and people selling old music records, fresh flowers, leather goods, and kooky hand crafts, Lorenzo’s eyes find mine and they hold.

“What?”

Lorenzo takes my hand, and I’m dragged down several cool NYC streets. He does not say anything, and he is like a man on a silent mission.

Ten minutes later, we are outside the classy and famous Waldorf Astoria hotel. The old hotel is stunning, and its rich history is colorful.

I’d heard of the place, but who hasn’t? Famous actors, singers and folk have stayed here for decades, it is a landmark.

After finding the large suite, high in the building, we walk in silently. I am on edge, and I look slowly around, to make sure we are safe, and alone.

I then push Lorenzo onto the bed. He is reluctant at first, but I tell him, “Me first.”

He goes with it, and I kneel in my denim mini. First, I yank off my tight T. Careful not to hurt his well-used cock, I unzip him, and admire it’s size and perfection.

Lorenzo growls, as I flick his crown with my tongue. I tease his head for a cruel five minutes, before I plunge down on him hard.

I am gentle with his hard cock, but I work him into a frenzy as he mumbles my name. I finally make him come in my mouth, and as he drives inside my sinful lips, I swallow every drip.

Lorenzo disrobes me, while he kisses every inch of my standing body. His worship of me, is detailed and astounding, and he takes great care of my softest, and most delicate spots.

My neck, the area behind my ear, my nipples, my stomach, my waist, and my butt, and finally my clit.

After he lays me and my wet core down, he slips a crisp white bed pillow under my butt. His face then disappears between my legs, and he devours me. He swipes up and down, and I grab the back of his head. I spread my legs wider, and I place one on his broad shoulder.

He curls three fingers inside me, and he starts to work them in and out of my wet hungry pussy.

As he starts to flick my carefully exposed clit with his tongue, I get close to coming. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and he suckles on it, as if milking the nub.

I’m amazed at how well he can work me, and I don’t last long. I can’t!

His expert fingers, and skills are next level, and Lorenzo can somehow make me come, almost on cue.

I finally shatter, and buck against his lips, his tongue, and his long thick fingers. My back arches like a cat, and I scream for the first time, ever. I clamp around his curled fingers, as if capturing him, and I hold him there.

As I buck into his face, I come, and I come, and I come. “Oh Lorenzo, oh Lorenzo… ”

Finally, I slump, as Lorenzo climbs up licking his sinful lips. His wet face is covered in my cum, and it’s so fucking hot.

I pant and then pass out. I have been claimed, and I had been worked on, by a master.

A short time after, I awaken, and sleepily, I find myself naked in bed. I walk to the windows, as if in a dream, and I look out across the NYC skyline.

I smile, realizing I’m happier than I’ve even been in my life. The only thing is, I know I like him way too much, and it’s happening too fast.

Turning, I look back at Lorenzo, who is laying on the bed, watching me. “Hey.”

“Hey,” I say back. “What are you thinking about?”

“Not you,” he says standing.

I watch him walk over to me. He is naked, spectacular, and he looks down into my eyes. As he kisses me, he winks. “What are you thinking about?”

I smile and I look up. “Not you.”

We laugh and then kiss, but this time, we kiss hard, like there is no tomorrow.

For us there is not.

Finally, I pull back, and I step along the window from him. Lorenzo lifts his chin, clearly suspecting something. “What?”

Tell him.

“I can’t believe you bought into the innocent cotton panties. And the naughty long socks and pleated skirt look.”

Lorenzo straightens and his eyes home in on me. He crosses his arms and almost grins. “Did you trick me into thinking you were more innocent than you are?”

I shake my head. “No… Yes. Maybe… A bit.”

I bite my thumb like a naughty school girl. I also, try not to giggle.

Lorenzo shakes his head slowly. “I don’t buy it. The most you could say is you tricked it up 3%”

“Oh it was all an act,” I lie.

Lorenzo laughs loud, likely thinking back to all the cotton panty moments, the hanging cotton panties in the bathroom, and all the long socks moments.

I join in laughing, and Lorenzo walks forwards. “What am I going to do with you?” Lorenzo holds my face in his hands, and he looks down.

“I can think of a few things,” I say.

Lorenzo lifts me fast, and he walks me to the bed. I scream, and giggle unsure what he will do. Lorenzo sits on the bed, and he holds me over his lap. I face downwards and I’m held as if I’m about to be spanked.

“If I don’t punish you now, you’ll try it again.”

“I won’t!” I scream. “I promise.”

Lorenzo rubs my butt and slides his fingers along my wet exposed seam. “You fucking will.”

“I won’t!”

“Now stay still! It’s for your own good.”

Lorenzo raises his hand, and I gasp. Excited. Nervous. Wet.

The next day I work in an old section of the NYC library, and I try to track some very rare books. Leather bound. Rare. Valuable. Few people are around, and I’m focused and happy.

It does not take long, but my instincts kick in and hairs rise on one of my arms.

Spinning, I look around and I do a three sixty.

People read in the distance and there is nothing unusual. I shake my head and refocus on the list of books next to my cell.

“You’re hard to find.”

I gasp and know that voice.

Slowly, I force myself to turn and face him. Billy is covered in even more tattoos, and he looks even more fried. He is far from the man I first met.

He is denim clad, his hair greasy, his eyes wild. He’s been on the road again and he’s been doing drugs. “You... You should not be here,” I say.

Billy does not move away. He does however move his hands, and he is fidgety.

Think fast, and now. “Not here,” I say anxiously. “Come this way.”

I scoop up my cell and my notes, and I walk ahead of him. I weave quickly through slim passages and message fast

Pls help! Need you fast. Library.

Just as I finish, Billy walks alongside, and we reach the remote table. “Sit,” I say, eyeing a water cooler.

I walk to the cooler and as I pour water into a cup, water splashes. I try to control my hands, but I drop the paper cup.

Good , I tell myself.

Buy time... Buy time... Buy time.

As I crouch, I see a small gun in Billy’s boot. No fucking way. I feel his toxic eyes on me, and I know I’ve milked the water game enough.

I bring Billy a water, but I sit on the far side of the table. Billy grins and he has lost another tooth. Dear God.

“Don’t be afraid, little girl.”

I tell myself to be strong and to be far stronger than I really am. “I’ve moved on Billy, and you need to. Nothing good will happen from-”

“Pretty confident for a small-town girl.”

“I’m not the same person, Billy. You kept me down.”

Our eyes meet, and his are wild psychotic slits.

“I found us a place. A new home.” There is silence and my hands reach for my paper cup. They’re shaking too much to hold it. “You’ll learn to love it.”

Breathe. Drink. Buy time.

“Billy, we-”

“Angel, listen to me!”

“Billy, I need you to consider your actions.”

“Have y’met someone?” I do not answer. “Answer me, girl!”

As my cell vibrates near me, I gasp. Billy has not seen it, because he is slowly rising. He walks around the table, and he stands over me.

Suddenly a chopper banks around the big old windows and brick walls. Its blades roar outside, and the noise is intense, like him… now inches away.

Billy leans over me and there is a loud BANG in the distance. There are murmurings from people, and I spell his rancid breath.

I stand and turn, inches from Billy’s foul odor. Inches from his toxic eyes and poisonous energy.

Please please please…

Billy reaches for my throat, but at the last minute, he runs a dirty finger across my cheek. “Look at me!”

I look up from his hand, and chipped nails. Past his sweating jaw to those eyes.

Those scary yellow eyes.

Just when Billy reaches for my hair, and smiles, he goes flying across the room. He hits a huge bookshelf that collapses on top of him.

Lorenzo steps in front of me, and he is more serious than ever. “Did he hurt you?”

I shake my head, “No.”

Lorenzo places his hands on me, “You’re okay now.” I nod, and as Lorenzo steps towards Billy, two big men stand protectively between me, Lorenzo and Billy.

They form a wall, and I just make out Lorenzo lift Billy.

He holds the waster of a man up and I remember the gun .

I’m not fast enough and Lorenzo holds Billy up by his denim collar. “I have two jobs to do. One is keeping my girl safe. The second. Keeping her happy. You’re in the fucking way. Come near her again and you go in a box. Touch her and you fucking die.”

Lorenzo punches Billy lightning fast, and he is suddenly out cold. He holds Billy down on the ground and finds the gun. Lorenzo’s men walk over, and they take the gun and haul Billy away.

A navy suit blocks my view and it’s him. My man.

“Let’s get you home.”

I look into Lorenzo’s strong face and unshaken self. I start to calm. He generates such calming safe energy, I start to breathe, and I let it all go.

On the roof of our apartment, I explain who Billy is. And who he was. Lorenzo is calm, and collected, and he tells me he’ll have me followed and watched when alone. “Just for a month or two.”

I nod, still shaken. Lorenzo pulls me into his arms. “Relax baby. No one will touch you, as long as I’m alive. I’m here for you, understand?”