Page 125 of Fallen Rook

I wanted to fucking die on that high called Enzo Ferrante.

“You hurt me today,” he croaked into my mouth.

“I’m so fucking sorry.” I stroked his carved cheekbones. “I wanted to burn down the entire place and run to you.”

“I waited for you outside, like an idiot.”

I closed my eyes, drawing in an agonizing breath. The mental image burned through every layer of callousness I’d developed over the years.

He flipped us so he was on top of me, kissing his way down my throat while borrowing my saliva from his dick and guiding one finger into my ass. At first he just circled the rim, licking and nosing every bit of my neck and chest. I felt surprisingly virginal for a man of forty, but I forced myself to let go of my control.

Or whatever the hell was left of it these days.

“Try to relax, baby.” Enzo’s mouth was on my dick now, his tongue screwing the slit, and my eyes fluttered shut, my body melting onto the mattress, muscles relaxing. He used the opportunity to spear my ass with his finger all the way, and I clenched against him.

I felt…full.

Full, but in a good way.

Then came the second finger. Before I could growl in protest, his mouth was on my cock again and my cognitive abilities were out the window, along with two and a half decades of strong sexual preferences.

“Baby…yes…fuck…” Astonishingly, these words left my mouth, not his.

I bucked my hips, giving him better access to my ass and burying my dick deeper in his mouth.

He sucked me to a point of delirium, and then, a second before I finished in his mouth, removed his lips and slipped another finger—somehow lathered in cold lube he’d squirted out at some point—into my ass. It was probably painful and uncomfortable, if it weren’t for the fact he’d just denied me an orgasm.

“Fuck!” I looked up, watching him grinning at me mischievously. “Let me come,” I demanded.

“Nah. I’d rather we come together. Scooch.” He slapped my ass, then leaned sideways to get more lube. He stroked his glistening cock up and down with it, standing on his knees and watching me lazily. “You ready?”

Surprisingly, I was.

I wanted this man’s DNA so thoroughly etched in mine, I would take it with me to the grave.

“I’m going in, Tomcat.” He sheathed his dick with one more squirt of lube and placed his crown at my tight entrance. I dripped cum all over my abs, some of it gliding down into my belly button. Shit, this was hot. I had no idea why I’d waited so long to try it.

Because no one aroused you enough to ever move you an inch from your comfort zone.

“Hold on tight.”

He pressed my knees to my chest. His huge, beautiful dick sank inside me, one inch at a time, and though the sensation was awkward and made me feel like I needed to go to the bathroom, the thrill of having Enzo inside me was enough to shake me to my core.

“H-holy shit, well, this is tight.” He shuddered, clutching my knee and giving it a brief kiss. I bet it was. I wriggled as best I could to accommodate the absolute monster of a cock this man fed me, getting used to the foreign object wrestling my muscles loose. Enzo studied me intently.

“We can always sto—”

“Start moving.”

He pulled back, then slid inside. The movement released some of the tension, eased the burning enough that it stopped feeling like he’d lit my rectum on fire. I also loved having him inside me, with eye contact, knowing I was the one he was fucking.

Not Katya.

Not Cash.

Not whoever else the fuck I was going to have to compete with down the line.

Just. Me.