Page 53 of Enzo DeLuca

He’d never been sofucking hard in his life.

Enzo laid Eve on the bed. She scooted back until her head was resting on a pillow as he climbed on the bed. Her thighs parted. His shy Eve was being brazen. He fucking loved it. He laid down between her parted legs and stared at that pretty pussy of hers that had haunted his dreams last night.His phone started to ring from his nightstand.Fuck that phone. Whoever it was could wait. Right now, he belonged to Eve.

“Your phone,” she whispered.

“Can go to hell,” he told her.

“But...”

“Do you want me to stop and answer it?” he asked, staring up at her.

She was so fucking sexy. He wanted to trail his tongue over every dip and curve of her body.

“Do you?” he asked again as his phone rang again.

She shook her head.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked, needing her permission before he devoured her.

“I...” She took a deep breath and released it slowly. Was his little vixen turning shy on him again? Finally, she answered. “I want you to eat my pussy, Enzo.”

Usually, he was the one giving orders. This was one order he didn’t mind obeying. Enzo buried his face between her thighs and licked her like there was no tomorrow. He didn’t take his time. He didn’t ease into it like a gentleman would have. He licked her like the savage he was, like the savage her body needed.

He licked her until her moans filled the air, until her thighs trembled, and her fingers threaded through his hair, holding his head in place. His tongue delved between her folds, drinking in every drop her body delivered. She raised her hips, rubbing her pussy against his tongue.

He swiped his tongue over her clit. Her entire body jerked. He did it again. Her grip on his hair tightened. He continued flicking his tongue over her clit until her body was shaking uncontrollably. The way she was moaning his name had him damn near ready to cum himself.

“Yes, Enzo. Like that, Enzo. Fuck! Enzo!”

He’d known her body needed this by the way she’d dry-fucked him in her sleep. What she didn’t know was that he needed this too. Even before his grandfather passed away, Enzo hadn’t had much time to relax and enjoy himself. He’d been busy with his territory. He’d been busy helping his grandfather take care of their organization.

Dating hadn’t been a concern of his. If he got horny enough, he found someone to fuck, or he jacked off, and that was that. He hadn’t had time to give himself over to passion. Technically, he still didn’t have time. For Eve, he’d make time.

Her body was hungry for his, and he was even hungrier for hers. Her hips jerked as she rubbed her wetness against his tongue. She was so fucking wet. He couldn’t wait to sink his cock into her heat and feel her gripping him tightly. Her orgasm was close.

He could tell from the way her body was trembling. He was ready for her essence to rain down on his tongue. Enzo slid his hands under her body, gripped her ass, and held her steady as he tongue-fucked her.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he mumbled against her clit. “I’m ready for your sexy ass to cum on my tongue.”

His words pushed her over the edge. With one final cry, her body jerked, and her juices rained down on his tongue. Her nectar was sweeter than honey. It was a taste he could see himself becoming addicted to. Fuck that. He was already addicted to it.

He needed this taste on his tongue every morning when he woke up, and he needed it for dessert every night before he went to bed. Her body relaxed against the mattress as the last drops of her orgasm coated his tongue.

Licking his lips, he raised his head to stare up at her. With her eyes closed and her chest rapidly rising and falling, Enzo knew he’d satisfied his woman. And she was indeed that. Eve was his woman. He rose from between her legs. Kneeling on the bed, he gripped her ankles and pulled her forward.

Her eyes popped open. She stared up at him. He stared down at her. There was so much he wanted to say to her. He wanted to let her know she didn’t have to recall the words his grandfather had said to her. He’d find the killer his own way. He wanted to apologize for yelling at her yesterday about the kitchen.

Fuck that kitchen! She could burn the entire house down if she wanted. He wanted to apologize for the cuffs he’d made her wear and for the fact that she’d been kidnapped in the first place. There was a lot he wanted to say to her. But all thoughts of apologizing disappeared when she spoke.

“Are you just going to kneel there with all that dick and just stare at me? Or are you going to fuck me properly?”

This motherfucker! Gripping his cock, Enzo lowered his body to hers. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he pressed his tip against her clit. She lifted her head and pressed her lips against his. Enzo froze. He wasn’t one for kissing. It had never been his thing. It was too intimate.

But when her lips touched his, he found himself deepening the kiss instead of pulling away from it. He also found himself wondering why everything was so different when he was with Eve. She had him breaking all of his rules. And he was okay with it. His tongue danced with hers, teasing, caressing, tasting.

Now he understood why others enjoyed this act. With the right person, it was damn near erotic. He rubbed his cock against one set of her lips as he kissed the other set. His impatient vixen raised her hips, rubbing her wetness against his length. Her pussy was already greedy for more.

Enzo poised his cock at her entrance. He’d wanted to ease into her, giving her time to accept every inch of him. His Eve had other plans. She raised her hips, taking him in deep, causing them both to gasp. His fragile grip on control snapped. He pulled out, then slammed into her, only to pull out and slam into her again.

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