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He rose and pulled her into his arms. They kissed hungrily for a few minutes, devouring each other with wild thrusts of tongue and greedy gasps of breath. She ran her hand up and down his length, trapped against her belly, and slid her other hand down to stroke his balls. She touched him roughly, possessively, ripping a groan from his throat.
He tugged her top over her head, tossing it aside before he thumbed open the clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts. He loved how her nipples swelled even more as he pulled one peak between his teeth. She was so deliciously responsive.
“I love how you kiss my breasts.” Desire thickened her voice. “Feels so good.”
His balls clenched while he drew her breast further into his mouth. He went back to fingering her, hard and fast, aching to feel her break over his hand again.
“How many times can I make you come?”
Her rippling inner walls and even more wetness swiftly answered his question.
“A damn lot,” she breathed, still shivering.
She struggled with his shirt and pants, almost tearing them off as he sucked and plucked at her body. Once they were both nude, he picked her up and sat down in his uncle’s chair. She straddled him, her knees digging into his hips. Somehow she’d managed to grab a condom and once again, she sheathed him with deft fingers while he fought the tremors that wanted to consume him.
God, he couldn’t wait to feel her milking his cock.
Making him forget he’d ever questioned if he mattered to her as much as she mattered to him.
He surged into her. Hard, deep. She cried out, her head falling back as she matched his movements. Already she was almost there, and he was right behind her.
So damn close.
Just as she was about to hit her peak, he panted into her mouth, “Get on the floor.”
Twelve
“I havewarming lube in my purse.” She gestured toward the desk.
“Planning ahead?”
“Well, it’s kind of essential in my job to try the newest toys and accompaniments. And I tried this new variety along with the lipstick vibe…”
“Say no more. Assume the position, sweetheart.”
Elena didn't question him, but quickly got on her knees, thrusting her ass in the air. He hadn't planned on taking her this way, not yet, but the need to exert his claim trumped any concerns he had about going slowly.
He had to have her there. Everywhere.
Enzo took out the lube and kneeled behind her before he drizzled some on his fingers and slipped two fingers into her pussy. She moaned and quivered around him, rocking against his hand. As much as he enjoyed exploring her with his fingers, he didn't dally, instead inserting his now well-lubed—and nicely heated—finger in her ass. He'd done that plenty of times now, so she accepted the invasion without hesitation. She also took the second he offered, only squirming slightly. He moved them in and out of her clenched muscles as he squirted some lube on his cock and aimed for her drenched slit. He slammed home, barely aware that she now clutched the carpet—his uncle's brand-new carpet—in her frantic grip.
“I love fucking you.” He couldn’t hold back the gasped praise any more than he could resist marking her skin with his rough hands. Jerking her forward and backward, he let the animal inside him rule. She felt incredible.
Even so, he pounded her pussy for only a couple heart stopping minutes before withdrawing to the sound of her disappointed groan.
“Shh, Bella,” he murmured. reaching around to rub her clit. “We're not done yet.”
He squirted some more lube around her puckered back hole then he fit the head of his erection between her ass cheeks.
And waited.
Instead of objecting. she glanced over her shoulder and nodded. She wasn't scared or reluctant. She trusted him.
He gripped her hips and nudged himself in further, letting her reaction tell him when he'd gone too far. Breathing deep, he halted his intrusion and slid his hand down to her pussy again, only to find she was already touching herself. Their fingers tangled, moving together over her clit, sliding freely in her wetness. The bunched ring of muscle around his cock loosened and he forged on, her breathless cry of acceptance a clear-cut invitation. He buried himself inside her, expecting another cry like the first, this one in pain. She whimpered a little, but after a moment, let out a long sigh.
“All right?”
She dug her long peach nails into the navy rug, the only outward indication she gave she was readying herself. “Move,” she whispered.
