FULL NOVELXO Lorenzo: Chapter 73
I lie back on the bed, running my hands over my swollen belly.
“Did you have fun today?” Lorenzo asks, opening the buttons of his shirt.
“I had such a wonderful time! It still feels strange to have so many genuine friends …” I swallow down a knot of unexpected emotion. I was always a very sociable and confident person when I was younger—prom queen in high school, president of my sorority in college. But Brad never allowed me the luxury of friends. It might have ruined his good guy image if they got too close and saw one too many bruises or cuts. But Lorenzo encourages me to do whatever it is that keeps me true to my real self, and that includes making friends through work, at The Peacock Club, in my prenatal class. He supports every single thing I do, even encouraging me to start up my own aromatherapy business when I wasn’t sure I had what it took. Now the business is thriving—I’m thriving. With his love and support, I can conquer the world.
He stops undressing and lies on the bed beside me, brushing his fingertips over my cheek. “You have lots of friends because you’re a beautiful person, inside and out, tesoro,” he says softly, so perceptive to any change in my emotions.
“Thank you. For everything,” I whisper, a tear pricking at the corner of my eye.
“No.” Shaking his head, he slips a warm hand over my swollen belly. “Thank you, sunshine. I could live one hundred lifetimes and never repay you for what you’ve given me.”
This man has no idea how incredible he is. He is perfect for me in every single way. “Well, you could start by taking that shirt off. I was kind of enjoying the show before you stopped.”
His eyes narrow as they lock on mine. “You were?” His voice drops an octave, becoming a deep growl that rolls through my core.
“Yes, Sir.”
“You want to play, sunshine?”
My heart rate kicks up a gear. Hell yes, I want to play. Being heavily pregnant has not hindered our activities even a little and Lorenzo is very creative when it comes to thinking up new ways to tease, punish, and pleasure me. “Please, Sir.”
He drags his bottom lip through his teeth, a wicked glint in his eyes as they roam over my nearly naked body. His hand on my belly dips lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my panties. “What the hell should I do with my needy little sub tonight?”
I rock my hips, leaning into his strong hand and silently begging him to slip it between my thighs. “Shall I make you work for your pleasure?” he asks, low and husky, before he trails his lips over my breasts. He sucks a sensitive nipple into his mouth, biting gently on the hardened bud and making me whimper. I curl my fingers in his hair.
“But I’ve been good, Sir,” I whine.
“Mmhmm.” He releases my nipple from his sinful mouth. “Did you accept all of the compliments you were paid today?”
I roll my lips and screw my eyes closed as he directs his attention to my other breast. So many people told me I looked beautiful and glowing today, and I accepted their kindness with a smile and a thank you, resisting the urge to brush off or refute their assertions. “Yes,” I breathe out the word. “I promise.”
He lifts his head and stares into my eyes. I would never lie to him, and he knows it. “That’s my good girl.”
My cheeks flush at his praise. I love Lorenzo’s punishments and his teasing, but when he rewards me for being good—well, that’s a whole new level of ecstasy. His lips trail higher, skating across my collarbone and up my neck. He nips at the skin around my collar, making me mewl and writhe beneath him.
“You like wearing my collar, Mia?”
“Yes, Sir. You know I do.”
He drags his teeth over the delicate skin of my neck. Then his hand finally slips into my panties, and he circles the pad of his middle finger on my clit. “You like the whole world knowing you belong to me?”
I arch my back as pleasure warms my core. “Y-yes.”
“You have any idea how hard it makes me knowing that you’re mine to do with as I please?” He sinks a thick finger inside me and I cry out, pushing my head back against the pillow. “Do you, sunshine?” He adds a second.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I wonder what part of you I should fuck tonight, huh?” he asks, smiling against my skin as he works his fingers deeper.
“Every part of me,” I tug at his hair, desperate for more of him.
“A greedy little sub too.”
“Greedy for you, Sir.”
“Damn fucking right you are,” he grunts, rubbing his palm over my clit and massaging my pussy walls with his skilled fingers.