“Yes!” I cried. “Right there!”
Enzo leaned forward to place his hands beside my head, practically folding me in half. “Give it to me, Allie. I want this virgin pussy’s first orgasm. I want it to squeeze the life out of my cock and milk me dry.”
His filthy words tipped me over the edge. Pure rapture streaked through my bloodstream like bolts of lightning on the stormiest of summer nights. It was brilliant, beautiful, and downright breathtaking.
And that was just the orgasm.
The dark and dangerous Adonis above me belonged in a whole different category. The glistening muscles of his ripped torso contracted in perfect rhythm as he chased his own climax.
His thrusts faltered, growing jerky, then he pressed in deep one last time, a guttural groan spilling from his lips. Body shuddering, he spilled inside me. He was so well-endowed I could feel each pulse of his release.
Sweaty and panting, we lay there for a few minutes, recovering while we caught our breaths. Then Enzo pulled back so that my legs fell from his shoulders and his dick slid free, quickly followed by a warm gush of fluid, which wasn’t exactly the most pleasant sensation.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he leaned his forearms on his knees, his naked back to me. “You good?”
Throat raw from screaming, I cleared it a few times, but my voice still came out rough. “Yeah.”
Humming, he rose without another word and sealed himself inside the ensuite bathroom.
Flinging an arm over my eyes, I released a heavy sigh.
I wasn’t exactly expecting a post-coital cuddle session from the man who killed for a living and fucked like he was trying to win a gold medal in the International Games, but it still stung to be practically abandoned the minute he got his rocks off.
Guess I needed to develop a thicker skin if I planned to find my way into his bed on a regular basis. And with the pleasant hum coursing through my boneless body, there was no question that I’d be back.
Chapter 16
Enzo
“Youhaveexactlysixtyseconds to adjust by grinding that sweet little pussy on my dick.”
Brow furrowed, lower lip caught between her teeth, Allie whimpered, straddled on my lap. “When will it get easier to take?”
I was transfixed by the sight of my cock buried deep within her as her hips swiveled to relieve the burn, and a rush of primal possession coursed through my veins.
“I hope it never does,” I confessed, teeth gritted against the sensation of her squeezing me tighter than a clenched fist. “I love watching you struggle to stretch around my fat cock.”
Head dropping back, she moaned, and I leaned in to bite down on one of those pebbled pink nipples that taunted me through the thin fabric of the tank top she still wore.
The first time I sank inside her, it had altered my brain chemistry, and any hope of keeping my hands to myself after that was lost. With the floodgates opened, if we found ourselves in the same room together, we were fucking. Simple as that.
Today, I’d come home to find her watching TV in the living room, and within minutes, her leggings were peeled away and she was impaled on my cock.
“Time’s up, sweetheart,” I warned, lifting her off my lap, groaning when I saw my shaft glistening with her juices, before slamming her back down.
I was rewarded with her high-pitched cry, the sound only serving to spur me on. Over and over, I buried myself to the hilt, forcing our bodies to collide so violently that the crack of it was deafening. And I didn’t stop until Allie seized in my arms, her screams reaching a decibel only dogs could hear, and I’d emptied every last drop I had to give inside her.
Not giving her any time to recover, I flipped her onto her back on the leather couch. “Gotta clean up, baby,” I murmured, nudging my shoulders between her open legs.
“Enzo,” she panted, a hand falling to my head as she weakly tried to push me away.
“Nuh-uh. You know how it works. If I make the mess, I’m the one who has to lick it up.”
Parking myself in paradise, I took a good look at the destruction I’d caused.
Her inner thighs were pink, practically chafed from my scruff with how often I went down on her, but I was a man obsessed. Before sex, after it—I wanted her taste, our taste, on my tongue at all times.
Dragging a path through her slit, lapping up the tangy, salty mixture of our combined release, I teased her clit with my piercing before gripping her tighter and growling, “Mine’s the only cum that will ever touch this pussy, isn’t that right, baby?” When she didn’t respond, I slapped the side of her ass. “Isn’t it?”
