deep inside me. I wanted more. I needed more. He pulled his hips back and slammed into me again. I heard his hand knock against the marble as he cradled my head, but he didn’t stop his assault on my pussy.
“Fuck…yes…” I cried out as he buried his cock balls deep inside me once more. I stared up at his face as he stared down at me through the pounding water. His eyes were dark and intense. His dark hair fell over his foreheads in perfectly arranged pieces and his muscles shone hard and sharp, glistening with each drop of water that fell over him. He was perfect. More than perfect. He was mine.
“You don’t know what you are doing to me,” Lorenzo groaned. “I can’t contain myself with you.”
“Fuck me. Hard!” I demanded.
Lorenzo didn’t need any further instruction. He grabbed hold of me even more tightly and slammed his hips against me. Again, and again. He fucked me so hard I could feel my core exploding in pleasure and pain. One and the same. I came on his cock as he exploded inside me, filling me with his cum as he cock convulsed with my pussy.
He leaned forward heavily and put his forehead to mine as our bodies slowly returned to earth. We breathed together, slowly, heavily. The only other sounds were the patter of the water and the thumping of our hearts in our chests.
Then slowly, he lowered me to the floor and helped me back to my feet. I looked up at him with a shaky smile.
“You got me all dirty again.”
“You know it, pretty girl. Here, let me help clean you. For real, this time.”
He helped me wash off again and I washed him, running my hands over the hard contours of his perfectly shaped muscles. After we toweled off, Lorenzo picked me up and carried me to bed. As I was drifting off to sleep, I could feel him gently press a kiss to my forehead.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
The next morning came far too soon. I quickly jumped out of bed and found my clothes from the night before strewn around the apartment.
“Are you sure you have to leave already?” Lorenzo asked me plaintively as he handed me the pair of panties he had flung into a corner last night.
“I have a class this afternoon, so I need to get home and get ready for school. I’m sorry. I’ll call you soon!” I promised, slipping into my heels.
“Alright. Let me call a cab.” He sighed dejectedly and I couldn’t help the warm feeling in my heart. I couldn’t wait to see him again, but I knew I needed to focus on school. It was my last semester and I needed to figure out what to do next and start applying for jobs.
“Have a great day!” I called, heading for the door.
“Wait!” He ran over and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “You too, Emma.”
The cab would be there in just a few minutes, so I took the elevator straight down and walked through the lobby to the big front entrance. The sun was already shining brightly outside as people rushed along the sidewalk. Except for one.
“Detective Russo?” I asked as the man turned to face me. He was standing outside the building casually, as if he had expected to see me there.
“Call me Mike, Emma. Nice to see you again.” I thought I heard a tone of sarcasm in his voice, but it was hard to tell.
“Are you following me?”
“Not exactly. I told you that we keep an eye on all members of the Romano family, including Lorenzo. You just happened to be with him last night when our man was watching the building, so I decided to come here personally.”
“Look, you don’t need to do that,” I replied angrily. “He isn’t involved in any of his family’s crap. And where I spend my night really isn’t any concern of yours.”
I tried to step around him, but he put up a hand. “Emma, wait. I have something you might be interested in seeing.” He sounded more conciliatory, so I stopped.
“What is it?” I asked carefully.
“Proof that Lorenzo
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