He makes a low sound of approval and laps it up, every drop.
“Cazzo, cara. You’re so fucking hot and tight and wet.” He licks me again. “Your pussy is perfect.”
He sinks two fingers back inside me and returns to lavishing attention on my clit. I’m hypersensitive from just coming, but I want to come again. He’s made me greedy and needy, writhing and desperate for him.
“Tell me who this pussy belongs to now,” he demands, his fingers fucking in and out of me.
I clamp down, twisting as I struggle to get him deeper, where I want him. He flutters his tongue over my clit in a light tease, not giving me the pressure I need.
I make a sound of frustration and pump my hips, trying to urge him on.
But he knows what I’m doing, what I’m after, and he’s every bit as stubborn.
He blows a stream of hot air over my clit. “Not until you tell me.”
My rational mind wants to resist, along with my pride. But the rest of me is desperate for another orgasm. I know he’ll just keep edging me until I give him what he wants.
“Fine,” I bite out. “It’s yours.”
“You’re fucking right it is,” he growls, and then he starts eating me out all over again. “Say my name when you come,cara.”
I shouldn’t. I should deny him. We just went from zero to one hundred in five seconds. But I’m mindless now, surrendering to sensation. He’s working me relentlessly, his long fingers fucking me in the best way. He sucks on my clit and then bites it, and I lose control. The next orgasm hits me even harder than the first.
I throw back my head and cry out his name just like he demanded, coming all over his fingers and tongue. “Enzo…holy…fuck.”
He kisses me, long and slow and openmouthed, his bright gaze locked on mine. When he rubs his face into me, using his five-o’clock shadow on my swollen folds, I gasp and rock into him. It’s as if he’s trying to cover himself in my scent, as if he can’t get enough of me. And I feel the same way. I’m in a lust-filled daze as he unhooks my legs from his shoulders and moves me into the center of the mattress.
He joins me, that big, beautiful body pinning mine to the bed. I’ve worked with many dancers who were incredible athletes, their bodies honed to perfection to ply their craft, but I’ve never seen someone built the way he is. He’s not just lean, he’s powerful, his muscles flexing and tattoos dancing as he leverageshimself over me. My legs naturally part, and he settles between them like it’s where he’s always belonged.
Our bodies are perfectly aligned, his thick cock prodding me.
“You feel so fucking good.” He flicks his tongue over my nipple. “I’ve never fucked anyone bare before, but I want to now, with you.”
I think he’s asking permission without actually asking. Coming from a man who answers to almost no one, it’s something. I’ll take it. Besides, I’m so far gone that all I want is him inside me, any way I can have him.
“Then do it,” I tell him.
I don’t need to say it twice. He starts feeding me his cock slowly. Too slowly. I make a noise and roll my hips, bringing him deeper.
“Cazzo.” He flexes and fills me.
He’s big, and I can feel every inch of him pressed up against me, demanding, just like he is. I cling to him, dimly remembering to avoid the bandage on one arm. Being wounded hasn’t affected his ability in the bedroom one iota, and I’m so out of it that I almost forgot what brought us together when I came into the room.
He pumps into me the rest of the way, until I’m gloriously full of his cock. But he’s not done. On his knees, he guides my legs up his chest, the sudden angle bringing him even deeper.
A moan escapes me as he starts to move, fucking me with tight, measured thrusts. I’m more flexible than he realized, and when he makes the discovery, he pounds into me harder, his weight coming down on me so that I’m almost folded completely in half. The angle is out of this world. I’m a wet mess, a pool starting to form under my ass on the bed.
He fucks me faster, deeper, dirty words flying from his mouth. “Your pussy is so wet and greedy for my cock. You likegetting fucked like this, don’t you,cara? You like the way I’m destroying this tight little pussy.”
“Yes,” I gasp out as he pounds into me, sending me sliding across the bed with the force of it. “Oh God, yes.”
“You’re dripping everywhere. Fuck, baby. I’m going to fill you with my come. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Your pussy is such a slut for me.”
I don’t know why, but his dirty talking is wrecking me in the best possible way. I tighten on him, on the verge of coming again.
“Yes,” I manage to moan, pinching my nipples as he fucks me. “That’s what I want.”
“Beg me for my come,” he grinds out, taking my hands in his and lacing our fingers together so that my arms are pinned to the bed on either side of my head.