Page 45 of Enzo DeLuca

“I...” She started, then paused.

His gaze was drawn to her lips. His brain was still trapped in an erotic haze. All he could think about was touching her, kissing her. He wanted her to move the way she’d just been moving, but this time, with him inside of her, fucking her, turning her dreams into reality.

“Tell me,” he said again. This time, his words came out as a whisper.

“I...” she started again, only to go silent just like before.

She was behaving differently. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think his little witness was shy. But how could that be? She cursed like a sailor. Yet, when it came to sex, she couldn’t answer a simple question without blushing.

“Never. That’s the answer, isn’t it? You’ve never been fucked properly.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She was looking everywhere except at him.

“Pretend all you want. The way you were grinding on me just now proves that your body is hungry for dick.”

Her eyes widened as her gaze jerked to him. She wasn’t faking it. His Eve was shy. Enzo found himself smiling.

“What’s so funny?” she yelled.

“Are you a virgin, Eve?”

“Hell no!”

“How many times have you fucked?”

“Why are we even talking about this?” She stared at the wall, avoiding his gaze again.

Enzo reached for her. She leaned back.

“Hey!” She swatted his hand. “What are you doing?”

“Be still,” he ordered.

She stilled but eyed him warily as she said, “Keep your hands to yourself.”

“Says the woman who just hit me.”

“Well...” she left the rest of the sentence unfinished.

He continued reaching for her. Her body relaxed a bit when she realized he was just pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Enzo repeated his question. “How many times have you had sex, Eve?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business, Enzo.”

Even when she said it with an attitude, he still loved hearing her say his name. He was slow to lower his hand from her hair.

“I think the answer is zero,” he guessed.

“I’m not a virgin. I’ve had plenty of dick.”

He quelled a surge of jealousy that threatened to rise within him.

“You may have had plenty of dick, but you haven’t had good dick.”

She stared down at the bed and began playing with the sheet. “Dick is dick,” she told him.

“That’s further proof that you’ve never had any quality dick.”

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