Capítulo 32: Heat (R-18)
In the dimly lit hotel room, Deborah stepped inside with Lorenzo, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. He sensed her apprehension and gently squeezed her trembling hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "Hey, are you alright?" he asked, his voice low and soothing. "If you're not comfortable with this, we can stop right now."
Deborah shook her head, her gaze darting around the shabby room. "No," she whispered, her voice barely a whisper. "You already spent two dollars on the room. We… we have to… to do this…"
Lorenzo's lips curved into a gentle smile. "Then what are you waiting for?" he purred, his eyes raking over her slender form. "Undress for me…"
Deborah's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, but after a brief moment of hesitation, she reached for the buttons of her thick coat, her fingers fumbling slightly. Beneath the bulky garment, she wore the white dress she usually donned when she danced, its fabric clinging to her curves in all the right places.
Deborah's gaze locked with Lorenzo's, her eyes brimming with a mix of desire and trepidation. Beneath her dress, her nipples hardened as their breaths mingled.
Lorenzo wasted no time in removing his thick coat, revealing the bulge straining against his trousers. His hands found their way to Deborah's firm breasts, hidden beneath the thin fabric of her white dress.
"Hmm…" Deborah moaned softly, arching into his touch as her own hand ventured down to grip his swollen length through his pants.
Lorenzo's lips crashed against hers, his tongue invading her mouth hungrily. Their tongues danced together, exploring every crevice, tasting each other's desires. Their kisses were messy and heated, their breaths ragged as their bodies pressed together.
Breaking the kiss, Lorenzo's deft fingers went to work on Deborah's dress, revealing her full, firm breasts. Her nipples were hard and pink, begging for attention.
"Oh… it's a bit embarrassing," she whispered, her cheeks flushing.
Lorenzo chuckled, his eyes dark with desire. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, bella. You're perfect."
He cupped her breasts in his strong hands, weighing their heft, his thumbs flicking her erect nipples. Deborah gasped, arching into his touch. Encouraged by her response, he lowered his head, his warm breath teasing her sensitive skin. He circled her nipple with his tongue, tracing around it before flicking it with the tip of his tongue.
"Ohh…" Deborah moaned, her back arching more.
Lorenzo lavished the same attention on her other breast, sucking it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak. His hands squeezed her supple flesh, kneading her breasts as he feasted on her nipples. Deborah's moans filled the room, her nails digging into the sheets.
Lorenzo's hand traveled down her stomach, slipping beneath her chemise to find her hot and wet. "Mmm, you're soaked for me," he purred, his voice thick with lust.
Deborah whimpered, her hips rocking against his hand. "Lorenzo… please…"
"You want it too?" Lorenzo asked, his voice husky with desire as he caressed her cheek and hair.
Deborah hesitated, her cheeks flushing even more. "I… I love you," she finally whispered.
Lorenzo's chest swelled with pride, knowing that without the [Godfather System] and its [Relationship Tab], he wouldn't have been able to win her over so quickly. He pressed his lips to hers once more, his other hand cupping her firm breast while his other hand explored her wet folds.
"I love you too," he murmured against her lips, his fingers delving deeper, coating them in her nectar.
Their tongues dueled, exploring every inch of each other's mouths, their moans muffled by the other's lips. Breaking the kiss, Lorenzo asked, "Are you sure you're ready to become a woman… to be my woman?"
Deborah's cheeks flushed, but she nodded shyly, her eyes locked on his. "Are you… are you ready to be my man?"
Lorenzo's smirk was filled with desire and possession. "I've been yours since the moment I laid eyes on you, my love." His hand roamed down her back, tracing the curve of her spine, sending shivers down her spine.
Lorenzo gently laid Deborah down on the bed, his muscular frame hovering over her. His chest pressed against her firm breasts, her hardened nipples teasing his skin. He kissed her passionately as he held her wrists above her head
He then positioned himself between her legs, spreading them wide.
Deborah blushed, her hands instinctively covering her womanhood.
"Come now, don't be shy," he purred, his voice low and soothing.
Reluctantly, she removed her hands, her face flaming as she felt his gaze on her most private area.
Lorenzo's eyes darkened with lust as he beheld her virgin pussy, swollen and glistening with arousal. "Bella, you're so beautiful," he breathed, his voice thick with desire.
Her folds were a delicate pink, swollen and inviting, her nub already engorged with need. He couldn't resist any longer.
Lowering his head, he flicked his tongue across her slit, lapping up her sweet nectar.
"Oh!" Deborah gasped, arching her hips towards him.
"What are you doing?" Deborah asked, her voice shaky as she felt Lorenzo's tongue on her most sensitive parts.
"I'm just making it more wet so it won't hurt as much when I enter you," he purred, his words vibrating against her swollen folds.
"Don't be ridiculous," she moaned, her hips bucking against his face. "Just… just go in… I can't take it anymore…"
Lorenzo chuckled, his fingers delving deeper inside her as he continued to feast on her. "Patience, my love," he growled, feeling her walls clench around his digits.
Deborah whimpered, her arousal pooling onto the sheets below her. "Why stop now?" she panted, her eyes clouded with lust.
Lorenzo chuckled, his erection throbbing in anticipation. "Come on, don't you want the main event?" He positioned himself at her entrance, his engorged length pulsing against her slick folds.
Deborah's eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest. "Y-you're really going to…?"
Slowly, Lorenzo teased her swollen folds with the tip of his engorged length, eliciting a moan from her lips. "Just the tip," he whispered, and Deborah's hips bucked against him, craving more.
Lorenzo noticed the blood, staining the sheets below them. "Shh, Deborah, it'll be over soon," he soothed, his voice low and reassuring. "Just relax for me."
Deborah bit her lower lip, her eyes squeezed shut as he continued to push inside her, her tightness enveloping him like a vice.
Deborah bit her lower lip, her nails digging into the sheets as he breached her virginity. "It hurts…" she whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut.
"I know it does, but I promise, it'll be worth it," he said, his voice low and reassuring. He continued to push forward, his cock stretching her deliciously.
Deborah couldn't help it any longer. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. With a final thrust, he was buried to the hilt inside her, their bodies joined as one.
"Ah!" Deborah's eyes flew open, her back arching off the bed.
Lorenzo sensed her discomfort and slowed his pace, his hands caressing her hair. "Shh, mi amore, it's okay… it'll get better, I promise."
After a minute, Deborah's moans of pain subsided, replaced by the building pleasure. Her eyes met his, her expression a mix of desire and determination.
"Are you ready for more?" he rumbled, his voice thick with lust.
Deborah nodded, her hips bucking against him in silent invitation, her eyes glassy with desire. "Yes, don't stop."
Lorenzo withdrew his length slowly, her tight walls clenching around him. Deborah winced, but didn't protest.
Encouraged, he pushed back in, this time a bit faster.
"Hmm…" Deborah moaned, her breath catching in her throat as she felt the last vestiges of pain melt away.
Lorenzo's voice was low and husky as he asked, "So… is it still painful?"
Deborah shook her head, her eyes glazed over with a mixture of pleasure and disbelief. "It's… it's fading," she gasped, "and now… oh, Lorenzo… it's… it's being replaced by something else."
Lorenzo's lips curved into a knowing smile, and he began to move his hips more quickly, his thrusts becoming deeper, harder, and more insistent. The slapping sound of their flesh colliding filled the air, each impact echoing through the dimly lit room like a symphony of carnal desire.
Deborah's eyes widened, her pupils dilating with the intensity of the sensations coursing through her body. Her nails dug into the sheets, her legs trembling as she wrapped them around Lorenzo's waist, pulling him even closer.
With Deborah's legs locked around him, her body clenching around his, Lorenzo groaned, his movements becoming more urgent, more primal. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he plunged into her with renewed vigor.
Deborah's world was consumed by the exquisite pleasure that coursed through her veins as Lorenzo continued to pound into her, his every thrust sending shockwaves of ecstasy through her body. His skilled hands teased her breasts, sending shivers down her spine and making her arch her back in delight. She couldn't find the words to describe the sensations coursing through her, but she knew, in that moment, that her feelings for him ran deeper than she ever could have imagined.
Lorenzo's lips found hers, their tongues danting together in a passionate dance as their bodies moved in perfect harmony.
"Hmm…" Deborah moaned into the kiss, her hips grinding against his in sync with his powerful thrusts.
"Oh!" she cried out, her voice breathless and needy as he plunged even deeper inside her wet core. "More, more!" she begged, her voice barely a whisper.
Lorenzo growled in response, his grip on her hips tightening as he slammed into her more roughly, more desperately. Their bodies slapped together, the sound of their heated coupling echoing off the walls of the dimly lit room.
Deborah's fingers clenching the sheets beneath her as the pleasure built within her. "Oh, Deborah… you're incredible," he groaned, his voice thick with lust.
Lorenzo's thrusts became even more urgent, more primal, as he felt himself teetering on the edge of release. Deborah's tight heat wrapped around him like a vice, squeezing him, milking him, demanding every ounce of his desire.
Deborah's inner walls clenched around him, her body trembling with the force of her climax. "Lorenzo!" she cried out, her back arching off the bed as the intense pleasure consumed her.
Her legs tightening around his waist as she rode out the waves of ecstasy.
Lorenzo's control snapped. With a final, deep thrust, he groaned, his hips bucking against hers as he spilled himself inside her, his seed filling her to the brim.
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