Warning; Rated 18+
Daphne's POV
Lorenzo f****d me like I had imagined when he had pushed me against the wall of the movie room, my legs dripped wet then. I didn't know if it was the urges that flooded my mind, but at that moment, I wanted to help him, even if it were to get the thought off his mind for a moment.
He kept looking lost and like he needed to think properly. I knew Helena had left, I had heard the helicopter spinning at the roof, but I never thought this was going to be it. The image of me bent over the snooker board, my ass exposed to him while the fluffy air tousled into the room felt just right.
His hands around my waist, as he thrust hard into me while ordering that I kept shooting weakened me to my knees.
“Lorenzo” I moaned, with eyes shut, savoring the moment. M
