Page 17 of Sexting the Don

“Bad girl. Let me show you what I had in mind.”

With that, I slip my fingers inside, her tight, wet walls gripping me. She bucks hard against my touch, her hips rocking back and forth as I hold her up.

“Have you ever had a man like this inside you before?” I ask.

“No … never.”

“Tell me how it feels.”

“So good. So fucking good.”

I grin. My cock’s hard as steel, and I want nothing more than to bend her over and fill her full.

But not quite yet.

“Come for me,” I urge, my fingers slipping in and out of her wet warmth. “Come for me right now.”

Her body begins to quiver, a crescendo of tension and release building within. With a few more calculated, careful movements, she arches against me, a prolonged moan escaping her as she climaxes. Her eyes flutter shut, and we bask in the aftermath for a moment, her chest heaving against mine, our breaths minglingin the stillness.

After her climax, there’s a playful, intense energy. She meets my gaze, a mix of satisfaction and mischief dancing in her eyes. "That was ..." she begins, struggling to find words.

"Only the beginning," I assert, my voice steady and commanding. A smile tugs at her lips.

"I suppose you have more surprises in store?" she teases, her body still resonating with the intensity of our encounter.

"Perhaps," I reply with a smirk. "You'll have to find out."

With that, I scoop her into my arms and carry her to the bed. She fits perfectly in my grasp, exhilarating and right. I lay her down gently on the soft sheets, our eyes locked, filled with mutual anticipation.

I lean in for another deep kiss, conveying more than words ever could. As our mouths part, I hover over her, studying her flushed face and bright eyes.

"Are you sure?" I ask, giving her a moment to be clear that this is what she wants, respecting her choice despite my dominant nature.

Her gaze is steady, certain.

"Yes," she answers, her voice a whisper of readiness.

Chapter 7

Mandy

Enzo’s preference to control the situation is undeniable. Yet, surprisingly, I feel a warm gentleness in him, a sense of safety. He lays me gently on the bed before positioning himself, his every action gauging my reactions, making sure I’m comfortable.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," he murmurs against my skin, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down my spine.

I nod, whispering back, "I want this," with a clarity that surprises even me.

His lips explore further, venturing across my collarbone, then descending with deliberate intention, marking a path over my sensitive skin down to more intimate places.

With every kiss, his focus is intensely clear—he's centered entirely on my pleasure. His hands are both strong and cautious. I gasp softly as his lips find new areas to worship, his touch coaxing responses from me that I've never known before. He spreads me open gently, licking my lower lips and sending tingles up and down my spine.

"You taste delicious," he murmurs.

"It feels so good," I manage to reply.

I marvel at the situation and how insane it is that this all started with a simple envelope discreetly placed beside him at the bar. That small act, born out of desperation, has led to this profound and electrifying connection.

Enzo’s attention becomes more focused, his movements precise as he continues exploring my body.

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