Page 66 of Enzo DeLuca

Damn right!He closed his eyes and sighed against her clit.

"And who's about to devour this sweet pussy right now, Eve?" he asked, ready to seal the deal with a kiss – his mouth to her pussy lips.

"Not you, don Enzo," she replied.

His tongue darted out. Then her words sank in. Enzo froze. But only for a second. Eve lowered her leg from the chair and pushed him backward.

Staring down at him, she told him, "This wetness isn't for your tongue, don Enzo. It's for that cock you’ve been playing with all by yourself. You’ve toyed with me long enough."

She pushed his hand away from his dick and then straddled him. Enzo gripped her hips, eager to see what she would do next.

“I’m ready to make love to my don,” she told him.

“Make love?” he asked, ready to fuck her brains out.

“Did I stutter?”

He started to speak, but she beat him to it.

“Hands on the armrest,” she ordered.

Enzo smirked. His il Mio Tesoro,little treasure, was acting like she was the boss. Anxious to see what she was up to, he allowed it. Enzo reluctantly removed his hands from her hips. Eve smiled, probably happy that he'd obeyed her order. Enzo held in his grin, not wanting her to know he was simply indulging her.

She could be in charge for now. Later, he’d take over. He sucked in a deep breath when her hand dipped between their bodies and gripped his cock that was standing at attention, saluting her. Sexy and silent, she stroked his length as he relaxed against the recliner, watching her. Her thumb drifted over his tip, causing him to clutch the armrest.

"So big," she whispered.

Pride and arousal surged through him.

"So ready," she muttered, seemingly enthralled by his cock.

It was silly as hell, but Enzo was growing jealous of his own dick. He wanted her to look him in the eyes and compliment him too. Perhaps she was right. Maybe he was petty.

"I'm ready too," she whispered. "Feel how ready I am."

Raising her body, she positioned his cock between her legs and glided it between her wet folds. Enzo's nails dug into the armrest.

"Can you feel how ready I am for you?" she whispered.

Was she talking to him or his cock? Her gaze rose to him.

"Can you feel how ready I am for you?" she repeated as she slid just the tip into her heat.

Not trusting his voice, Enzo simply nodded. She removed her hand from his cock. With the tip still in her heat, she stared up at him. He wanted to be deeper in her. When he lifted his hips, she shook her head and raised up, freeing him from her wetness.

"Be patient," she told him.

Enzo clenched his teeth. Patience had never been one of his virtues. Without using her hands, she leaned forward until his tip pressed against her slick entrance. She slowly sank onto his dick, allowing the tip to penetrate her. Again, she stopped, not taking him in deeper. Instead, she continued to stare into his eyes. Enzo had no idea why she was looking at him like that. However, it felt like she was seeing into his soul. Did she like what she saw? Or did she fear it?

"Is this real?" she asked.

"Doesn't it feel real?" he countered. Her wet pussy definitely felt real. His cock was really ready to push into her.

"Things can feel real. They can even feel good. That doesn't mean they’re genuine. It doesn't mean they’re good for you. Is this real, Enzo? Are you good for me?"

Why the fuck was his eyes welling with tears? He blinked slowly, not wanting her to notice he was blinking back tears. He didn’t want her to know how irrationally her words had affected him.

"This is real," he promised once he finally trusted his voice. "And if it isn't, if it's just a dream, then I don't want to wake up. I want to stay in this dream with you. Nothing has ever felt more real or more right to me, Eve. And I swear I'll be good to you. But am I good for you?" Enzo swallowed. "I..."

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