Page 10 of Daring Enzo

My hands trail the length of her body, and I part her thighs. I feel the warmth of her center against my hand. I flick her clit, my eyes focused on her as I rub the swollen nub with my thumb.

“Open your eyes. I want to see those beautiful eyes,” I say softly, almost desperately.

Blondie moans as she opens them and looks straight into mine. She moans as I pinch her clit between two fingers, light as a feather, rolling it gently between both. Her lips part, her back arches, but her eyes remain fixed on mine.

Slowly, I insert a finger into her wetness. I groan as she sucks me in greedily. “Fuck, blondie. You’re so tight. So warm.”

If she feels good around my fingers, how would she feel around…

I slide my finger in and out of her, slowly lowering until I’m between her legs. I replace my hand with my tongue, licking the length of her center. She moans loudly, and her legs tighten around my head in a vice grip.

Oh wow.

“Easy, sweetie,” I laugh, gently easing her legs open. She whimpers with need but does as I say.

I plant a few kisses on her clit and press my tongue against it, sucking it in my mouth. I alternate between licking and sucking until she shudders, moaning and gasping as she cums.

I kiss her softly on the lips, and she greedily kisses me back. She pulls away, her hunger clear as day in her eyes. “I want you, Enzo.”

I groan, my eyes closing as my cock jerks. I don’t think I can be harder than I am right now. Not without my cock exploding. I lift her from the bed and turn her around, enjoying the surprised shriek she lets out. My hand wraps around her neck. I kiss a line down her neck and slowly ease her down until her face is pressed against a pillow.

I move my hands to her ass. My eyes have been stuck on them ever since she had walked away from me… and all night long as she danced. I squeeze her cheeks, enjoying her moan as I massage them. I slap her ass, groaning when it recoils.

“The things you do to me,” I mutter.

“Please Enzo. I want to feel you inside me,” she begs. She arches her ass off the bed, pointing her pussy at me. I don’t need to be told twice.

I position myself at her entrance, my cock red and angry.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I say through gritted teeth as I slide into her.

Her walls wrap around me, sucking me in until I’m fully sheathed in her warmth. I push into her when I’m already at the hilt, and we both let out a moan. I repeat the action, slowly easing in and out of her, until I’m familiar with every corner of her insides.

I pull out and slam into her as she moans out loud, “Oh yes, harder.”

My thrusts increase. I groan as she moves in sync with me, her pussy gripping me tightly. Her moans increase as she fucks herself on my cock. I let her, rolling my waist as I pump in her. I try to keep up with her, she’s strangely energetic.

“You feel so good wrapped around my cock,” I say, lowering myself onto her. I kiss her, my waist rolling and thrusting. Her face is red, and her breath comes out in puffs against my lips. I pull all the way out and push in her, loving the gentle arch of her back matches with her moan.

“Oh, Enzo. Fuck…” she drawls out as I slow down. She tenses around my cock, the softness of her ass pressing against mine as she fucks my cock hard and slow. Her body tenses and she grabs the sheets moaning into her pillow.

She tightens against me painfully, milking me as I thrust one last time inside her, emptying myself. Pleasure blinds me and I bunch the sheets in my hands. I kiss her on the lips, slow and sensual. My thoughts are scattered all over. The connection I felt earlier is back, and my heart sings with joy, being by her side.

What is this feeling?

I cup her face in my hand and study her relaxed features as she falls asleep. Usually post fuck clarity would have hit me by now, and I would get out of bed. Having sex with someone whose name I don’t even know is not my usual M.O. I should be uncomfortable, but I’m not.

I kiss her closed eyelids and lie beside her, pulling her in my arms as the urge to protect her lights like a fire in the pit of my belly. My eyes closed with a single thought in my head.

That was the best sex of my life.

5

Kelly

Afew minutes after I land in New York, I’m sitting in the back of the luxurious black Rolls Royce my family has sent to pick me up from the airport. Despite my little trick, all through my trip, my mind was riddled with thoughts of Enzo and the mind-blowing sex we had had. Even now, I can’t get him out of my head.

I’m reminded of his powerful arms wrapped around me, securing me in place. I bite my lip, my brows raising at the heightened sensation. I’ve had my fair share of men; however, sex with Enzo was the best I ever had. Not I’d ever tell him… or anyone, for that matter. The last thing I need is for his ego to be any more inflated.

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