Page 64 of Enzo DeLuca

"Watch me or go back to being in the cuffs,” he yelled.

Her gaze jerked to his. "Liar! You said I wouldn't have to go back to wearing the cuffs."

Having her call him a liar stung. He tried not to let it show.

"That was when I thought I was yours,” Enzo told her. “Since I'm not, I guess we're back to square one. Watch me. That's an order."

On her hands and knees, she rolled her eyes. But she obeyed and continued watching him. Her gaze never strayed from him as he stroked his length. She licked her lips. His cock jerked, wanting to be closer to her, wanting to be encased in her heat. He pumped his dick faster, imagining her lips wrapped around his length.Shit. Just thinking about that had him ready to come. Her gaze rose from his cock to his eyes.

He could see the hunger in her pretty brown gaze. He wanted to feed that hunger. He couldn't. Not yet. Her ass thought it was okay to walk around panty-less in front of other men. That wouldn't slide with him. She belonged to him. And though he’d previously told her he’d give her time to think about it, that time was now up. He needed to hear her say she was his.

"Come here," he growled.

She shook her head.

"Eve, bring that ass here."

"Are you going to fuck it?"

This motherfucker."If I ask again..."

"Okay. Okay," she interrupted him as she climbed off the bed.

The natural sway of her hips proved this woman was a goddess. She didn't even have to try to tempt him. She was a living, breathing, walking temptation. If he could lock her away so only he could see her beauty, he would. These feelings he had for her were teetering along the line between desire and obsession.

Which side would he land on? Only time would tell. His gaze roamed over her sexy body when she came to stand in front of him. Still pumping his cock, he leaned forward in the seat and pressed his forehead against her lower abdomen. She threaded her fingers through his hair and tried to push his head lower.

"Be still," he ordered.

She stopped but left her fingers in his hair. He inhaled deeply. He could smell her desire. If he was to rub his fingers between her legs, he knew he'd find her dripping wet. He wanted to drink from her well. He wanted to fuck her pussy with his tongue until her nectar filled his mouth. It took a superhuman strength he hadn’t known he possessed to resist doing so. Instead, he inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly as he jacked off. His breath caressed her clit. She trembled.

"Enzo," she whispered.

Smiling, he blew his breath against her clit again. Eve shuddered again. She leaned forward, bringing her pussy closer to his mouth. He inched back, keeping his distance, though his tongue begged for a taste of her. His mouth was watering. He craved her sweetness. But he needed it to belong to him.

"Why are you moving?" Eve asked.

"I don't lick what's not mine," he told her.

"Enzo!" She yelled, sexual frustration evident in her voice.

"Eve," he mimicked, as she'd done him earlier.

"You're pettier than I am," she mumbled under her breath.

"I heard that."

"It's true."

"Maybe," he admitted before blowing his breath against her clit again, showing her how petty he could be.

"No fair," she moaned as she rolled her hips. "You can't get me this wet and then don't take care of me."

Her choice of words surprised him. Take care of her? That was exactly what he wanted to do. He wanted to take care of her in every way possible. First, she had to admit she belonged to him. She had to admit she was his and that he was her don. And that she wouldn't walk around other men without wearing underwear. He continued to caress her clit with his breath. She continued to rotate her hips, trying to put her pussy in his mouth.

"Just the tip," she whispered. "Just touch it with the tip of your tongue."

Unable to help himself, Enzo burst out laughing. No woman had ever told him to just put the tip in. And if they had, he was pretty sure they wouldn't have been referring to his tongue. Still gripping his cock, he stared up at Eve.

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