Page 9 of Unforgettable Underboss

Enrico tears his mouth away from mine, only to nip and kiss down my neck. I whimper when his hands slide down my back so slowly, taking his time to map every inch before gripping my ass in his large, capable hands. We're lost in each other, completely taken over by the lust and longing that has built between us in these close quarters.

Eventually, Enrico pries himself away from me, giving me one last chaste kiss on the lips before resting his forehead on mine. We're both panting, sharing the same air, and basking in the intimacy we've both been craving.

“Best first kiss ever,” I whisper, smiling nervously. I don’t know why I said that. It just slipped out of my mouth.

A deep, gravelly rumble bubbles up from Enrico’s chest as he tips his head back and takes a deep breath.“Fuck, angel. You have no idea what that does to me,” he groans almost painfully.

“What?” I ask, genuinely confused.

“Knowing I’m the only one to touch you like this. To see you all disheveled, your lips bruised, your eyes glossed over. It’ll only ever be me. You understand that, right? There’s no going back now. You’re mine.”

I chew on my bottom lip nervously, wanting his words to be true but having a hard time believing this isn’t all a dream.

Enrico takes my silence for uncertainty and cups my face so sweetly. “We’ll go as slow as you want. I’ll never take anything you don’t willingly give me.”

"I know," I whisper, tilting my head so our lips are inches apart. "I trust you. With all of me."

I kiss him again, letting him know I want this. I want him more than words can say. Each swipe of his tongue and nip of his teeth ignite a need deep inside me. The throbbing tug low in my belly is almost painful.

“Gotta stop, baby,” he grunts into the side of my neck before licking me there and catching the tender skin between his teeth. “I can’t hold back much longer, and I don’t want to scare you away.”

“I’m not scared,” I breathe. “I can’t hold back either. I just… I ache for you. Can you… will you touch me?” I should be embarrassed about my inexperience, but I trust Enrico with my life. I trust him with my body, too.

“Fuck, yes,” he grits out, cupping my pussy and rubbing my aching center over my jeans. “Goddamn, I feel your heat. Do you need something from me? Do you need to come?”

His words are so filthy, but they trigger something inside me. This man has reduced me to base urges I didn’t think I had until I met him.

I nod and roll my hips, trying to get him to somehow touch me deeper, more, more, more…

Enrico nips at my chin, neck, and shoulder as he slips his hand into my jeans. I know he feels how soaked I am, and it only turns him on more.

“Jesus,” he grunts, stroking my pussy and parting my folds over my panties. The fabric scrapes against my sensitive clit, making me shiver and moan.

“More,” I beg, gripping his meaty biceps and digging my nails in.

Enrico plays with the waistband of my panties, teasing me and driving me wild. Finally,finally, he touches me where I’m throbbing for him, swiping two fingers up my slit and circling my clit.

“Valerie, shit, angel, this cunt is so fucking juicy,” he grunts.

My pussy contracts at his dirty words, trying to suck him inside. He groans and continues to stroke me up and down, gathering my arousal and massaging my little ball of nerves.

I squeeze my eyes shut and moan, throwing my head back and exposing my neck to his greedy mouth. Enrico sucks on the side of my neck and dips one finger into my tight hole, making me grind down on his hand.

“Oh,” I gasp, pulsing around him and releasing even more wetness.

“So fucking tight. You’re gonna feel fucking incredible wrapped around my dick, aren’t you, love? Do you want me to stretch out this little cunt?”

“Mmm…” I nod frantically, shifting my hips and forcing his finger deeper inside me. “Fuck!” I cry out.

Enrico suddenly removes his hand, leaving me empty and confused. I open my eyes and see him kneeling in front of me, gliding his hands up and down my thighs. “I need to taste you. Just one taste. Is that okay? Can I make you come on my tongue?”

“God, yes,” I whimper. I don’t care that I’m begging him.

Enrico practically rips my jeans open, tugging them down my legs along with my soaking panties.“Jesus, how do you smell so good?” he says more to himself than to me.

He helps me step out of my jeans, staring at my pussy the whole time. I tremble as he ghosts his fingers up my bare legs, guiding one over his shoulder, exposing me completely.

“Perfect, just like the rest of you,” he whispers before parting my lips with his tongue and sucking on my clit. Hard.

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