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JESSICA
My fingers had never taken me to the heights Lorenzo—daddy—worked me into last night with his mouth and hands. He knew his way around my c******s as if he’d been traveling it his entire life, and after the third o****m beneath his tongue; I passed the hell out and fell asleep.
As soon as I woke, I basked in the knowledge of the power I held over his p***s. With hands and mouth, I’d brought him to o****m in a way that made him chant my name, and collapse in an enormous pile of Italian manliness on the bed.
It surprised me when he rallied in order to make me come until I passed out, and at first, I tugged at his hair and said, “You don’t have to.”
“Kitten.” He looked deeply into my eyes. “If a man doesn’t check to see if you ate, or need to be eaten, he’s not the one.” He took
