𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐁 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑
Celeste De La Rosa, a young latina ventures into the unknown looking for a new life however she crosses paths with America's most wanted criminal. As she experiences a journey of love, lust, and lies...
"Celeste!" He says as his shirt becomes soaked revealing his defined abs. I can make our some tattoos on his sleeve as well as on his collarbone. They are an array of wonderful images that I seem to get lost in.
"Celeste! He says again, what's wrong?"
"Oh nothing, just wondering how you got your tattoos."
"That's a story for another day". He smiles as he wraps a towel around me and carries me out from the bath.
"I'm gonna hold you to that, Lorenzo Santoro." I say staring intently into his orbs as I touch his chest.
He inches closer and closer to me until our lips are merely inches away.
"One day Celeste." He whispers as his lips touch mine for a brief moment.
I look at him daring to kiss me as our eyes lock.
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"Oh fu*k it." He says as he cups my chin and kisses me intensely.
Our tongues swirl around in sync and I let out a moan, "Lorenzo-"
He kisses my neck now, sucking my skin, this feeling is euphoric. I don't want it to ever stop.
He then advances lower kissing my breastbone gently as he takes my nipple between his index and forefinger and squeezes.
The only thing separating us is my towel. He will have access to my whole body with just a flick of his finger.
He unwraps the towel from my body as he stands back and takes in the view.
"Dio, sei bellissima". He says amazed. Translation: God, your beautiful.
He kisses me again, before sucking my nipples. All this action has my middle region throbbing. I am pretty sure I am wet by now. He lifts me up as I wrap my legs around him and places me on the sink counter.
He meets my eyes and cups my cheek as he kisses me more passionately.
He looks down at my region, "Cazzo sei bagnato!" Translation: Your fuc*ing wet!
A flush starts to creep up my cheeks as I blush a deep crimson.
He smirks as he continues kissing me. My hands tangle in his hair as I let out another moan. He is tracing my curves now getting closer and closer to my core that just begs for attention.
"Fanculo, sei mio". Translation: Fu*k your mine!
He growls these sweet nothings into my ear as we become consumed in each other. I don't even know what he is saying but his Italian accent just makes everything seem so sexy.
He gets closer and closer until he is eye level with my region, he looks at it then meets my eyes. I look at him hoping he stops but I really want it. No. I need it. I nod slightly waiting for the sensation that will arise.
