Page 38 of Pen Pal

My eyes widened. “What—”

“Don’t make me say it twice,” he challenged, slipping the gun through my wetness. Why was I wet?

“Please,” I pleaded, my lower lip trembling as tears sprang to my eyes. “Please. Please don’t hurt me.”

He chuckled, lifting the barrel, using it to trace slow, lazy circles around my clit. My hips jerked, and he grinned.

“Oh, but your body wants it,” he whispered, increasing the pressure slightly and making me moan. “You’rebeggingfor my gun, my little lawyer.”

He tilted the gun, pressing it at my entrance before ramming it inside me. I cried out, my hands fisting at the invasion, my vision going hazy at the combination of adrenaline and endorphins.

The cold, hard steel was a shock against my heated walls, and it felt so forbidden, dark, and taboo. It was stiff and hard, and Iwhimpered as my body came alive, pulsing with need against the very tool I was sure Enzo had used to end lives before.

“You want me,” he murmured, nipping at my jaw, ear, and lips. “Your mind might fight, but your pussy craves me, Mrs. Branson.”

I shuddered in revulsion at the name, but the movements of his gun inside me pulled me back to the present, forcing me to submit to the overwhelming sensations. He angled the gun, pressing it against my G-spot as I yelped, my hands shooting to his shoulders as I dug my fingers into his skin as if trying to ground myself, clutching on for dear life.

His pace was brutal, assaulting, and relentless, and I had no choice but to scream as he covered my mouth, and I came hard, spasming all over the barrel of his weapon.

Growling with victory, he grabbed my hips, hoisting me up on the wall before slamming me against it, wrapping my legs around his waist. He reached between us, pulling my panties to the side as he slid his fingers through my wetness, his eyes never leaving mine.

“No one else makes you wet like this, do they?” he rasped, shifting as he lowered his pants, pulling his cock out of his boxers, his gun clattering to the floor. “And no one ever will because I’m going to ruin you for any other man.”

The tip of his cock pushed against my pussy before he slammed me down, forcing me to take all of him. I sobbed, and he shoved his hand against my mouth as he stretched me to the brim.

He was huge, long, and thick inside me. It stung at first, but with his punishing, claiming thrusts, I grew so wet that all I could feel was pleasure as tears streamed from my eyes.

“What did I tell you about wearing these?” he growled, tearing my panties from me before stuffing them in my mouth.

I whimpered as he shoved into me, his hips shifting, angling until I screamed; the sound muffled my panties as he hit every wall, brushed every nerve, and stoked a fire in my very soul. An inferno like no other clawed at me like a liquid flame, bursting from my clit and spreading all over my body as I exploded. My breath seized as my pussy fluttered on his cock, squeezing him like a vice.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, fucking me into the wall like his life depended on it. “Milk me dry, little angel. Fall for me.”

Enzo quickened his pace, not letting me breathe or recover as the onslaught of sensations assaulted me, and he gripped my throat, looking into my eyes as he cut off my air, and my clit throbbed, twitched, and spasmed so hard against him it fucking danced. I came so hard that I sawstars, reveling in the nirvana as he raked another climax from me. He was bigger and better at everything, and I was addicted, consumed by all that was Enzo.

I felt Enzo pulse inside me as my vision blurred, and he threw his head back in bliss as his rhythm stuttered, shoving himself deeper and harder inside me as he filled me up.

He didn’t stop until I was a writhing, sweaty mess, and only then did he lower my wobbly legs to the floor, his release leaking down my leg.

But he didn’t let that happen for long. He scoops it up, shoving his seed back inside me, making me moan against my panties.

“That stays inside where it belongs,” he snarled. “And you make sure it stays there.”

He brought my panties to his nose and inhaled deeply, pocketing them before he brought the barrel of his gun to his mouth, licking my juices off of it, making my pussy clench at the erotic sight. He pulled his pants up, pocketed his weapon, smirked at me, and walked out the door.

13

Enzo

"Lorenzo Ricci, how do you plead to the charges of escape from lawful custody, grand theft, and eluding a peace officer?” the judge asked.

“Not guilty,” I announced, smiling to myself at Amara gaping next to me.

“We talked about this,” she muttered under her breath. “They’ve got you. Plead guilty.”

“Not on your life, baby,” I whispered.

She scowled as the judge entered my plea and scheduled the next court date. A guard took me to the meeting room, where I waited for my little lawyer.

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