Page 56 of Sexting the Don

The room feels like it’s spinning, my senses overwhelmed by the feel of him, the smell of him, the sound of his voice driving me absolutely wild.

“You want this, don’t you?” he whispers, pressing harder against me. My hips buck involuntarily, my body answering for me. I’m so close to losing control; the pressure building inside me is almost unbearable. “You wanted this from the second I stepped into this place.”

“Yes,” I breathe, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I want this.”

He grins against my skin.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, slipping his hand under the waistband of my shorts. My breath hitches as his fingers find my wetness, stroking me just right. I’m trembling, my body on fire, and I cling to him, lost in the sensations he’s creating.

His fingers move faster, his touch more insistent, and I feel myself teetering on the edge. He spreads my lips with his fingers, sliding inside of me, rubbing my clit perfectly with his thumb.

“Come for me, Mandy,” he urges, his voice a husky command that sends me over the brink. With a cry, I shatter, my body convulsing in pleasure as he holds me close, whispering sweet, dirty words in my ear.

When I finally come back to reality, I notice his erection tenting his slacks, and a wicked grin spreads across my face.

Licking my lips, I look up at him, and he grins back, a glint of desire in his eyes.

"Get on your knees," he commands. I don’t hesitate, dropping to the floor in front of him. He takes control, guiding me closer,his hands firm yet gentle on my shoulders. I reach up, fingers trembling with anticipation as I pull down his slacks and boxer briefs, revealing his impressive manhood.

My lips part as I tease him, my breath warm against his skin. I start with gentle kisses, my lips brushing lightly over the tip, feeling him twitch in response. He tastes salty and slightly sweet, a heady mix that drives me wild. I swirl my tongue around the head, savoring the taste of him, my eyes flicking up to meet his as I take him in deeper.

"That's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with pleasure. His hand tangles in my hair, not pushing but guiding, a subtle encouragement that sends a thrill through me.

I take him deeper, my tongue dancing along his shaft, tracing the veins that pulse under my touch. I hollow my cheeks, creating a delicious suction as I bob my head, taking him in and out at a steady rhythm. My hand wraps around the base, stroking in time with my movements, adding to the sensation.

Enzo groans, his grip tightening on my hair. "God, you're incredible," he breathes, his hips starting to move in sync with my mouth. I hum around him, the vibration making him shudder, spurring me on.

I take him deeper, relaxing my throat and allowing him to slide in further. My tongue continues to work, teasing the sensitive underside of his shaft with flicks and strokes. I pull back slightly, letting him feel the contrast of cool air before diving back in, my mouth warm and welcoming.

With each movement, I become more confident, finding a rhythm that drives him crazy. I can feel him getting closer, his breathing becoming ragged, his moans louder. I increase thepace, my hand and mouth working in perfect harmony to bring him to the edge.

"Just like that. Don't stop," he gasps, his body tensing as he teeters on the brink. I look up at him, my eyes filled with desire, and take him as deep as I can, my tongue pressing firmly against him, pushing him over the edge into bliss.

I’ve got Enzo right at the brink, tasting the saltiness of his precum on my tongue. His breathing is ragged, his muscles tense, and I know he’s seconds away from losing control. But just before he explodes, he pulls me up, wrapping my hair around his hand and gently guiding me to my feet.

“I’d love to watch you drink me,” he mutters. “But I’ve got other things in mind.”

With that, he deftly peels off my shorts and panties, then my shirt. He lifts me effortlessly, and I wrap my legs around him as he carries me over to the wall. My back presses against the cool surface, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from our bodies.

Enzo positions himself at my entrance, and with one powerful thrust, he fills me completely. I gasp at the sudden, overwhelming sensation. He’s thick and hard, and every inch of him stretches me to my limit. The friction is exquisite, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

He moves with a relentless rhythm, each thrust deep and deliberate, driving me wild. I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as he claims me with every powerful stroke. The pressure builds inside me, an intense, delicious ache that makes me crave more.

“God, you feel so good,” he groans.

His hands grip my hips, pulling me closer, deeper, and I can feel every ridge and vein of him as he moves within me. It’s like he was made to fit me, every thrust hitting that perfect spot.

My body responds to him instinctively, meeting his movements with equal fervor. The sensation of him sliding in and out, the way he fills me completely, is intoxicating. I’m lost in the moment, consumed by the intense connection between us.

Enzo’s pace quickens and I can feel the tension coiling tighter inside me, ready to snap. He grinds against me, his pelvis pressing against my clit, adding another layer of pleasure that pushes me closer to the edge.

“You’re mine,” he growls, his voice a rough, possessive whisper that sends goosebumps over my skin. His words are a promise, a claim, and in that moment, I know it’s true. I’m his, completely and absolutely, and the thought sends me spiraling into ecstasy as the tension inside me finally snaps, pleasure crashing over me in waves.

As Enzo slides out of me, I immediately feel the loss, my body craving him back inside. The emptiness is almost unbearable, and I reach for him, desperate to continue.

“Where’s the bedroom?” he asks.

I gesture with a nod of my head. “Mine’s right over there.”

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