Page 47 of Sexting the Don

"I want it, Enzo, don't you dare stop," I manage between gasps, completely caught up in the rush.

"That's my girl," he replies, his voice dripping with approval and a hint of something more tantalizing on the horizon. He shifts slightly, his cock hitting a spot that has me crying out loud. "You like that?" he teases, knowing full well he's just flipped a switch that has my entire body buzzing.

"Yes, yes, keep going, right there," I practically shout, lost in the wave of sensations he's stirring up. The lack of sight makes every sound amplified—the slap of skin on skin, his heavy breathing, the soft praises he throws my way—all of it wraps around me, tightening the already intense atmosphere.

"You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you?" he commands, his voice thick with desire. "I want to feel you come undone."

Driven to the brink by his words, I'm spiraling, fast and hard, toward another release. "Enzo, I’m—"

"Let go. Give me every part of you," he pushes, his rhythm relentless. The pressure builds to a peak, a delicious tension that needs release. When it breaks, it's explosive, sweeping me up in a wave of pure ecstasy. I scream out, shaking under the force of it, utterly consumed by the overwhelming pleasure.

As I float back down from that peak, Enzo unties me and peels off the blindfold, his touches soft and soothing. He pulls me into his arms, his embrace a warm sanctuary. "You were perfect,"he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. Wrapped up in his arms, I feel not just satisfied but genuinely adored, completely transformed by the wild ride he just took me on.

Enzo's gaze locks onto mine, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Ready for more?" he asks. His voice is a low, tempting drawl that suggests the night is far from over.

I nod, and he guides me, using his strength to bend over the edge of the bed. The position exposes me, heightening my anticipation and vulnerability.

He starts with firm, measured spanks, each one landing with a precision that sends a shockwave of pleasure through me. The sound of his hand against my skin mixes with my sharp gasps, creating a rhythm that pulses through the room. With each spank, warmth spreads across the area, the stinging sensation blending into a deep, aching thrill.

Between each sharp swat, he traces his fingertips over the heated skin, the gentle touch contrasting sharply with the intensity of the spanks.

"Tell me what you want," he commands, his voice rough around the edges before pausing, leaving the air in the room waiting for my unspoken desires.

"More," I find myself begging, pushed to a state of frantic need by his dual assault of sting and caress.

Enzo lines himself up behind me, his presence all-encompassing.

"Remember, you don’t finish until I say so," he warns in that deep, commanding tone as he slides into me from behind. His hands clamp down on my hips, yanking me back against himhard. The sensation is electric, amplified by his firm words and the thrill of anticipation.

His grip is iron on my hips, his fingers digging into my skin with deliberate force, asserting his total control. He sets a pace that's relentless yet perfectly measured. Each thrust is deep and thorough, designed to push us both to the edge but keeping the peak just out of reach.

The room fills with the sounds of our physicality—the rhythmic creak of the bed, our heavy breathing, and the satisfying sounds of him moving inside me. The air is thick with the scent of our arousal, a tangy and heady aroma that just ramps up my desire even more.

His angle hits all the right spots within me, each movement sending jolts of pleasure throughout my body. His dominance isn't just physical—it's mental, too, magnifying every sensation. Under his control, I'm floating in this crazy, delicious limbo, dancing right on the edge of an intense climax but held back by his sheer will.

"Beg me again," he commands, his voice thick with dominance and a hint of raw need as he feels my response to his relentless pace.

"Please, Enzo, please let me come," I plead, my voice desperate and raw. The plea seems to fuel his desire even more, and he increases his intensity, driving both of us toward a climactic edge.

Finally, sensing my overwhelming need and perhaps deciding I've earned it, he growls, "Now. Come for me now." His words release me, and I explode into a powerful climax that seems to ripple through every fiber of my being. He follows, his ownrelease overtaking him as he spurts his hot seed deep into my womb.

As we both catch our breath and lay together in a tangle of sweaty, satisfied bodies, the room around us seems impossibly still, the scent of our mingled desire filling the space.

After our intense session, Enzo wraps his arms around me in the perfect way he always does after we play. I curl up against him, feeling the steady beat of his heart and the warmth of his body enveloping me in safety.

As I snuggle closer, the thought that a baby is growing inside me fills my head. The reality of it sends a chill through me, warring with the post-orgasmic glow. We’ll need to be careful, maybe dial back on our adventures and keep things on the softer side. The responsibility feels immense all of a sudden.

Enzo, ever so attuned to me, senses the shift in my mood. “Is everything okay?” he asks, his voice laced with concern as he brushes a lock of hair from my face.

I hesitate, not ready to dive into the real worry gnawing at me. “I’m fine, it’s just ... I’m worried about the situation with my dad,” I say instead, leaning into the comfort of his touch.

He kisses my forehead gently, his lips reassuring. “You and your mom are safe now, Mandy. Here, with me. I’ll make sure nothing happens to either of you,” he promises solemnly.

A small smile tugs at my lips as I look up at him. There's no doubt in my mind that Enzo means every word. He's a fortress, a protector. But the broader picture looms large—what does life hold for me now? For us? For this tiny, new life I'm carrying?

The questions whirl around in my mind, but I push them aside. Right here, in Enzo's arms, I feel safe, cared for, and cherished. The future, with all its uncertainties, can wait until morning.

Tonight, I'm here with him, and that's all that matters.

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