Page 77 of Sexting the Don

His casual morning look is downright irresistible—a gray t-shirt that hugs his muscles in all the right ways and faded jeans that outline his backside perfectly.

As I scan my eyes over him, a flush of heat travels through me, and I can’t help but lick my lips, appreciating the view. My pussy clenches, and I set the mug of steaming tea down on the nightstand.

"I think I know exactly what'll make me happy," I say with a devilish grin, reaching out to grab his hand. With a playful tug, I pull him toward the bed. The moment he's close enough, our lips crash together in a hungry kiss, our earlier tenderness switchingto a more fervent need.

I waste no time in peeling him out of his jeans and shirt. My fingers trail along his skin, igniting paths of desire that lead me straight to his manhood. I wrap my hand around him, stroking with a rhythm that draws a deep groan from his throat.

Enzo's touch is nothing short of electric, his fingers tracing paths that stir a wild heat within me. He slides his hand expertly along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, teasing me with the promise of more. Each deliberate stroke sends tingles racing through my body, building a delicious tension that begs for release.

He knows every sensitive spot, every hidden curve that makes me moan a little louder and breathe a little faster. His touch grows bolder, his fingers exploring deeper, circling with a precision that has me arching my back, pushing against him. The way he manipulates his fingers, spreading me open, pressing just right, draws gasps from my lips, each breath a silent plea for more.

"God, Mandy," he breathes out between kisses, his voice rough with desire. "You're incredible."

"You’re pretty incredible yourself, sir," I tease back, punctuating my words with a tighter squeeze that makes him chuckle, a sound that quickly turns into a moan as our play escalates.

Enzo's fingers work their magic, drawing out shivers and moans from me as he plays our passionate symphony. After he guides me through a toe-curling climax, he doesn’t pause the tight circles around my clit. With a smirk that tells me he’s far from done, he helps me slip out of my remaining clothes.

His lips trail a path of hot kisses from my neck down, lingering with a teasing bite here and there that makes me want to pullhim even closer.

"Keep going," I beg, half-moaning, half-breathing the words as he makes his descent.

He chuckles against my skin, sending vibrations all over before his kisses dip lower. He worships at my breasts, his tongue swirling around my nipples in a way that makes me grip the sheets, my back arching in silent pleas.

He ventures further south with a determined sort of hunger. As he reaches the core of mine, he glances up, eyes locked on mine with an intense look that says he’s about to devour me—and devour me, he does.

His tongue flicks out, skilled and sure, circling before diving deep, sending sparks of pleasure that light me up from the inside. His dirty talk comes low and husky, each word a promise of more to come.

“You taste so fucking good, Mandy. I could eat your pussy all night.”

Caught up in the storm he’s creating within me, I surrender to the waves of pleasure as he slips two fingers inside, each crest sharper and sweeter under his relentless attention. My second climax hits harder, a tsunami of sensation, and I'm screaming his name, gripping him like he's the only solid thing in a world gone mad with pleasure.

As I float back down, he climbs up my body, his every move radiating heat and desire. His cock is hard and thick, my mouth watering at the sight of it. He seals his lips to mine in a kiss that’s deep and all-consuming.

"I love you, Mandy," he breathes out as we break apart, his forehead resting against mine, his breath mingling with my own.

He gazes down at me with that intense look that always sends shivers through my body. He positions himself between my legs, and I eagerly wrap them around him, drawing him closer. The sight of his powerful body poised above me is something I'll never tire of—it speaks of strength and a fierce tenderness, that's all for me.

He slides into me slowly, and it's exactly what I need—his size, his warmth filling me perfectly. I bite my lip, watching his face, the way his eyes close for a second, savoring the feeling as much as I am.

His hips move in a slow, deliberate rhythm, driving into me so deeply that I can’t help but cry out. Each stroke is a measured exploration, his hands roaming over my body, each touch a word in the love poem he’s writing across my skin.

“You feel so incredible,” he breathes out, leaning down to kiss me softly, breaking away only to whisper more sweet nothings that make my heart race. "I love how you respond to me, how your body speaks to mine."

I reach up, pulling him closer, needing to feel his weight on me, the solid reality of him. "I love you, Enzo," I whisper back, my hands tracing the muscles of his back, feeling them tense and relax with each thrust.

As we move together, the world outside fades away until there’s nothing but the shared heat between us, the slow-building pressure that promises an explosive release. Gasps and moans fill the air as we edge closer to climax.

As we both hit the threshold, Enzo's movements become more fervent, each drive deeper, echoing the pounding of his heart that I feel against my chest. His hands grip me tighter, almost possessively, as we spiral into an intense peak together.

The heat builds to an exquisite pressure that mounts until it’s almost too much. Then, with one deep, deliberate thrust, Enzo reaches his climax. The rush of warmth as he finishes inside me floods through every space, a thrilling wave of satisfaction that leaves us both shaking. His body shudders above me, each pulse a deep echo resonating between us.

We're tangled in a hot mess of sheets and breathless laughter. I can feel his heartbeat, rapid and strong as if it’s racing mine to some unspoken finish line.

It’s raw, it’s real, and damn, it’s everything.

As we catch our breath, Enzo rests his forehead against mine. "That was ..." he starts but seems unable to find the right word.

"Perfect," I finish for him, a wide, satisfied smile on my face.

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