Page 86 of Enzo

After burying my nose at the apex of her thighs, I take in her sweet scent. I damn near salivate.

I lift her legs and pin them to her chest, leaving her slit on display. Sliding my tongue through her wet folds pulls a whimper out of her. Her taste explodes in my mouth. I lap at her center, shoving my tongue in her tunnel and then rolling it over her nub.

Michaela moans and cries out at my intrusion. Her hips ride my face as if it’s a rollercoaster. My beard is soaking wet with her cream. Feeling as if I can’t get enough of her flavor, I slide my tongue down to her puckered hole, pressing against the tight ring.

“Enzo,” she cries out while her nails dig into my shoulder.

Going back up to her pussy, I dip inside before sucking her nub into my mouth. Her body jerks.

“Give that shit to me. Give me what I crave,” I demand.

She screams as her body locks up. Her cream seeps out of her tight slit, and I drink it down. I wipe her clean, leaving nothing behind.

She goes limp, and I drop her legs back down to the floor. She lies on the couch, her bottom nearly on the ground and her back on the seat of the couch.

I stand up, running a hand down my wet beard. Shoving my boxers down my legs, I tug at my leaking length.

Michaela eyes me before pushing up off the couch and getting to her knees in front of me. Her enchanting eyes lock in on mine. I stare down at her beautiful face. Those luscious bow-shaped lips spread and wrap around me. My fucking knees buckle at the sight.

She proceeds to swallow my cock like she’s trying to win a prize. Sucking me to the back of her throat, she gags before pulling it out to the tip. She grabs my balls in one hand and massages them as she lavishes my length. Her slurping sounds drive me crazy.

“That’s it,” I praise her as she pushes so far down my pole her eyes water. “You’re doing good.”

Grabbing the back of her head, I hold her still. Those mesmerizing eyes look up at me. I rock my hips forward and back, fucking her mouth like I will soon do her pussy. She takes my brutal strokes without complaint. Her hand is still massaging my balls.

I groan when I feel a tingling start at the bottom of my feet. If I continue, I know what will happen. But I refuse to waste this first nut down her throat. I pull out of her mouth and lift her to her feet. Pressing my mouth to hers, I sweep in with my tongue, claiming her once again.

Pulling away, I turn her around. Applying pressure to her back, I get her to bend over the couch. Her ass is in the air with her chest pressed against the back of the sofa.

Running a finger between her legs, I take her wetness from her center and rub it around the head of my erection. Lining my tip up to her opening, I push in.

“Got damn,” I mumble as her tight walls nearly choke the hell out of my cock.

“Wait,” she gasps, trying to lean away from my length. “Shit, you’re huge.”

Grabbing her hips, I pull her ass back toward me. “You can take it,” I encourage, pulling out and pushing all the way back in. “Fuck me back.” I smack her ass, enjoying the way it vibrates like a wave.

Tentatively, she starts to move. With each thrust, she throws her ass back to meet me. I can’t determine if I want to watch the way her ass jiggles when it hits my pelvis or if I want to toss my head back and just enjoy the feel of her heat wrapped around me.

“Watch,”my wolf growls.

I guess he has his preference. I smack her ass, watching it turn dark where I struck.

“Look back at me,” I tell her, needing to see those gorgeous fucking eyes. She looks over her shoulder at me. Her bottom lip pressed between her teeth. I stroke into her deep, pulling a cry from her.

“This is mine now, vamp. Do you hear me?” I hear myself making claim to something that is not mine. But right now, as I slide into her heat, all I can think of is never coming out of it.

She nods her head. Placing my right hand on her left ass cheek, I spread her open, admiring the way her essence has my dick shining. I pick up my pace, throwing off her rhythm.

She cries out. Her hand pushing against my thigh. I ignore her little protest.

“Answer me,” I snarl. “This… is… mine.” I drive deeper into her with each word.

“Yes,” she cries.

“Yes, what, Michaela?”

I stop, pulling out to the tip.

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