Page 20 of King of the Bronx

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he said as he inserted two fingers inside me. It had been so long, even that made me feel full, and I started to worry about how big he was.

“Shit,” I moaned as he rubbed my clit while also keeping the two fingers inside me. I gripped the sheets as my wall tightened. My orgasm builds until I’m right on the edge. Each stroke of his fingers brings me closer and closer until I feel like I can’t take anymore.

“Don’t fight it,” he encouraged, and at his words, I let go, allowing the trembling to overtake my body. I clenched my eyes shut as waves of pleasure crash into me. My breath came out in a huff as I realize I’d forgotten to breath. As I came down from my high, Enzo pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the heat of his cock. I snapped my eyes open, and that cocky grin was back on his face.

“It’ll fit,” he said, as if reading my thoughts.

I widened my thighs as he slowly sunk into me. Inch by inch, my body started to accommodate his size. I bit down on my lip once he was fully seated inside me.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

I nodded my head, and he started to move. His hands were next to my head, keeping his weight off as he moved inside of me. Each time he did, his pelvis hit my clit, causing that familiar tingling sensation all over again. He started to move faster, and my body clenched around him as another orgasm hit me.

“Fuck!” he moaned as he emptied himself inside me.

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