If he keeps this up, I’ll confess everything. I rub my face against his thick, dark hair and arch my back, pressing my breasts into him. My nipples are painfully sensitive, and I hate that they’re trapped behind layers of lace and cotton. I want to be naked and run them against him. I want everything he promised me.
Enzo gives my pussy a quick, firm spank, making me gasp. I love it when he touches me like this, when he’s demanding and just a little rough.
“I don’t want to have to fuck the truth out of you,cara mia, but I will,” he murmurs into my ear. “Believe me, I will. Every fucking time.”
Oh God.
Yes, please.
I think he means that as a warning, but my body is completely on board. My panties are ruined, and I need him inside me before I’ll be able to think or do anything else.
“I…thought you’d be angry,” I manage before moaning as he tongues the hollow behind my ear.
“Take off your shirt and bra for me,” he commands instead of replying.
I can’t do as he asks fast enough. My fingers find the hem of my tank, and I fling it over my head. Reaching behind me, I unclasp the hooks of my bra, then toss it to the floor.
He cups my breasts, rolling the pebbled peaks with both thumbs. “Your skin is so soft, so perfect, and there it is again, that fucking scent. I want to lick you from head to toe.”
I would die from the pleasure if he did, but who am I to stop a man when he’s determined? I arch into his touch, feeling like a cat who’s gone too long without being petted. His hands are rough on me, but they’re gentle. He knows just how to touch me as he kneads and caresses, taking his time.
Just when I think I’ll fly out of my skin, he traces a path of fire along my waist to the elastic of my shorts, slipping a finger inside and tugging. “Get up and take the rest of this off. I’m going to make you come on my tongue, and then I’m going to fill you so full of my cock you can barely breathe.”
I scramble off his lap, feeling like a newborn fawn on unsteady legs as I rush to give him what we both want—me,naked and his to do with as he likes. One swift movement and my panties and shorts are around my ankles. I step out of them, very aware of his gaze devouring every inch of skin I’ve revealed. I know he likes what he sees as he makes a low sound of approval and unfolds his big body until he’s towering over me.
“Like this,” he says and then positions me at the end of the couch, facing the opposite direction.
He flattens a palm between my shoulder blades and gently pushes down, guiding me so that I’m bent over the armrest of the sofa, ass up in the air. He plants my hands on the cushion, and I can only imagine the obscene display I’m putting on as he nudges my legs apart.
Cool air kisses over my pussy.
“Cazzo, cara. You look so perfect like this, and you’re fucking dripping. I’m going to have to take a taste.”
I don’t have time to prepare before he’s licking into me from behind.
“Fuck, Enzo,” I moan into the cushion, rising on my tiptoes to maximize penetration and get him exactly where I want him.
He spears me with his tongue again and again, sliding his hand under me so that he’s playing with me at the same time. The wet glide and constant thrusting, along with the insistent pressure on my already throbbing clit are all it takes. I come hard and fast, drowning out my cries in the cushion as he laps me up like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.
I’m not even recovered yet when I hear the metallic zing of the zipper on his suit trousers. Then I feel the blunt head of his cock aligned with me. One push, and he’s in. It still takes me a few seconds to adjust to his size. He’s so thick and long, and the press of him inside me is intensely pleasurable, almost to the point of pain, especially at this exaggerated angle.
He digs his fingers into my hips possessively. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You,” I gasp out as he starts to fuck me, ramming in deep before withdrawing and then giving it to me again.
I’m wrecked. I can barely even leverage myself up as a euphoric high overwhelms me. It’s everything—the angle, Enzo, his massive cock, the pace and power of his thrusts as he fucks me bare. The feeling of him inside me, filling me, so that my entire being has become nothing more than the place where he enters me, the rhythmic glide as he fucks me sending showers of pleasure up my spine and throughout my whole body. He plants a hand on my lower back and slows, fucking me thoroughly with steady pumps designed to drive me wild.
“You take my cock so well,cara mia. I wish you could see. Your pussy was made for me.” His hips snap against my ass to punctuate his words. “Tell me how it feels.”
“Ah…good,” I manage, meeting him thrust for thrust.
He spanks my ass. “Louder. I couldn’t hear you.”
The spank makes me tighten around him. I’m so close to coming again that I can practically feel the orgasm washing over me. My clit rubs against the couch with each slam of his body into mine.
He keeps me down, pressed to the couch with the hand on my back as he rides me.
“It feels good,” I try again, gasping as he hits my G-spot, and I feel a rush of moisture slipping out of me.