A Bit Crazy For Him. Rn. Blaming Mt Period - Tumblr Posts
cw; sex worker lorenzo, smut lite, I miss him
Money talks and that’s the only thing he likes to listen to.
Well, not the only thing. He likes to listen to the way you preen for him, arch your back and moan so uninhibited and louder than any other person in the seedy motel Lorenzo took you to.
But you don’t mind right? Not when he’s making your toes curl and thighs tremble around his head while he sucks on your clit. Long fingers alternating between scissoring, curling, and pressing intently into that spongy patch within your walls that has your cunt spasming tightly around his digits while you soak his chin once again. Showing him that pretty arch to your back while you reward him with a throaty moan while he licks languid stripes into your slit while you ride the waves of your orgasm.
Whining a bit when he withdraws his fingers from you and prys your legs open just enough for him to sit up but not before he presses a kiss to your puffy clit to placate you in the moment. Shushing you with a lazy smirk on his face before you lean up on your forearms and give him a lustful lidded gaze at the sound of the metal of his belt tinkling as he undoes it.
Watching him intently as he whips the leather from the belt loops and giggling when his hands come to settle on either side of your head when he lets your fingers hook beneath the band of both his underwear and pants. Shimmying them down his narrow hips with your bitten bottom lip between your teeth when his cock springs free, the tip flushed and leaking for you already.
You lean up a bit more, making Lorenzo’s brow quirk curiously before his eyes widen in surprise, smirking when your fingers wrap around his shaft. Watching you intently and the way your lips fall open when you give a tentative pump of his cock, letting your thumb spread the pre that leaks from his slit like it pleases you. Smirk spreading into a lazy grin when you find a slow rhythm, breathing out a soft coo because you like to see him enjoying whatever you do to him.
Thoroughly enjoying the weight of him in your hand, how it throbs with his heartbeat and letting your fingertips trace along the thick vein that runs along the underside. Saliva gathers on your tongue at the thought of wrapping your lips around him but just when you think of pushing at his shoulder to switch your positions his hand wraps around your wrist. The surprise loosens your grasp, allowing him to press you back into the mattress as he leans down to crowd your space, nose to nose.
“You’ve only got an hour left baby,” you try not to deflate at the reminder, wanting to forget entirely that you have to pay for his time and attention.
His hand replaces your own on his cock, resting on his other arms while he takes your lips in a kiss as he runs his tip through your folds to coat himself in your slick. Groan rumbling in his chest as your arms loop around his shoulders to keep him close, tilting your head to deepen the contact while his tongue swipes along the seam of your plush lips.
Lorenzo pulls back, leaning up to watch your expression when he catches on your entrance, pushing his hips into yours teasingly to hear another whine. His palm cradles the curve of your skull, lips parting around a sigh in time with your moan before pressing a kiss to your temple when he finally bottoms out in you, “but maybe I won’t charge my favorite client extra this time.”