Page 45 of Daring Enzo

I set aside such negative thinking. The last thing I’m gonna do is to leave the mother of my child and not properly wed her. I’m nowhere near irresponsible. Doubts about her accepting my proposal creep into my mind, but I take solace in the fact she will do what’s best for our child, which means marrying me.

It had taken a child to make her mine. A ring will surely seal it.

I smirk as the next stage of my plan slowly unravels, confident everything will fall nicely into place. After all, fate is clearly on my side. The odds I’d prove to be the father of Kelly’s child were astronomical. I bet none of those goons saw it coming.

My thought drifts to Kelly. She seemed somber when answering their calls at my behest. I was very surprised when she told them that she would have to cut things off and focus on being a mom. I expected her to put up a fight and I am glad she didn’t.

Is she okay, though?

Worry nags at the back of my mind, but I push it aside. I’m certain whatever ill feeling she may have toward my decision, she’s soon to get over it. I’m about to take a shower when I’m brought to a halt by a knock on my door.

“Who could that be?” I mutter to myself. “I’m not expecting any visitors.”

My eyes narrow when I see who it is at the door. “Kelly? Wha- what are you doing here?”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re surprised to see me.”

“Um, no. Come in.”

She offers me a small smile and removes her coat. She’s the last person I expect to find behind the door. I thought she’d need a lot of convincing before she warmed up to me, I thought I'd have to work hard to win her over, but here she is standing in front of me.

“Is something the matter?” I say.

“Oh, not at all. I just missed you,” she responded, offering me a smile. She walks slowly toward me and kisses me. My lips part to welcome hers. Her tongue snakes over mine, and I message her tongue with mine. I'm getting hot and bothered, and my towel is showing it.

I look in the eyes of this beautiful woman: the mother of my child. I’m filled with raw unfiltered longing. I want her in every way possible — her mind and her body. I want her as my wife and to raise our child together. As I stand there, gazing at this beautiful woman, it occurs to me there is absolutely nothing I won’t do for her, no line I will not cross to ensure her safety. It scares me a little.

“Looks like you’re about to go take a shower,” she says, pulling me out of my brief reverie.

“Yes, I was just about to before I heard you knocking,” I reply.

“Well, that’s good timing, then. Do you mind some company?”

Her question catches me off guard. Seeing her in my apartment was enough to surprise me, but asking to join me in the bathroom after the altercation we just had left me scratching my head in confusion. I expected her to be bursting my balls; maybe fate just has a better plan for us.

I smile at the thought. “Anytime.”

I take her by the hands and lead her into the bathroom. I easily discard my towel and watch as she undresses, my eyes taking in every inch of her. Her black body-con dress is the first to go, revealing her lacy panties and her breasts bound in a leopard print bra. I lick my lips as I anticipate the shedding of the remaining items and the treasures lie within. She unhooks her bra, releasing her breasts from their confines. Her nipples harden as they come in contact with the air… much to my delight.

“What?” she asks when she sees me staring. “You have seen them a million times before. It’s just a body.”

“That is definitely not just a body. Besides, every time I see them is just like the first time.”

She laughs and shakes her head. She pulls down her panties, revealing a clean-shaven mound. My breath catches in my throat. I gulp down hard as I make out the lips of her pussy slightly peeking out.

“Come on,” she beckons as she steps under the shower spray. She turns the knobs, letting out jets of hot water.

I gasp at the sudden onslaught of hot water against my skin, and I hear her laugh. I’m always surprised to see how impervious she is to hot water. I’m certain would melt my skin if I were under it long enough.

“Turn around and let me do your back,” she commands, gesturing with her fingers. I obey.

She rubs the soap on my back; it quickly foams up. She kneads my muscles as she washes my back. It feels especially good.

“Now, your front.”

I turn and she lathers my chest with soap. She continues to spread the slippery suds over my chest and shoulders… going downward until she wraps her hand around my dick. It hardens to her touch. I take a sharp intake of breath as her palm covers the sensitive cap of my now very engorged cock, then eases down to the root to stroke it. I suck air through my teeth as she increases the pace, all the while keeping direct eye contact.

Her stroking continues, bringing me close to the edge of an orgasm. When I’m almost at the peak, she stops.

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