Page 60 of Merciless Oath

“Hey, you.” She smiles. “I’m almost ready.”

I slide in behind her, wrapping my arms around her middle. She tries to squirm out of my grip, laughing and complaining about being late.

On Matilda’s request, Lux threw together a “fairy garden dinner party” tonight ahead of her real birthday celebrations tomorrow.

“We can be fashionably late,” I growl into her ear, pressing her against the sink with my hips.

She smirks at me in the mirror and continues brushing her hair, feigning indifference. I grind my quickly hardening cock into her and a soft moan escapes her lips.

“Enzo, there’s no time.” She tries to brush me off, but her eyes burn in the reflection.

“Someone’s a little wet for me.” I laugh darkly, licking a stray drop of water from her shoulder. She smacks my arm but my fingers find their way under her towel, and I smack her ass harder.

“I’m busy,” she protests, but her back arches, pushing her ass harder into me. “Can’t you see?”

“Nope,” I say, whipping off her towel and grinning. “But now I can.”

I trail soft kisses down her neck, biting gently on her shoulder. My hands rove over her curves, unable to ever get enough of her.

She moans softly, leaning into my body and letting her head fall back. I keep my eyes on the steamy mirror—a perfect view.

She watches as my hand slides down her body, slipping between her legs.

“Do what you need to do,” I whisper in her ear. “But keep those legs open for me.”

“Enzo, what…”

Before she can finish her question, I drop to my knees behind her. She stares down at me over her shoulder, a devious little smile spreading across her face.

“Well?” she huffs when I make no move to touch her.

“Well?” I repeat, grinning like the devil. “I thought you wereso busy.”

She scoffs and picks up the little makeup bag Lux lent her. “Happy?”

“That’s my good girl.” I smirk at her. “Let’s not be late now.”

She shakes her head and leans forward to apply her makeup, giving me the most beautiful view of her glistening pussy. All I want to do is bury my face in it, but teasing Lenny is the best part of being with her.

When she gets desperate and she’s begging me for release, that’s what sets my soul on fire.

I slowly slide my hands up her legs, stopping to massage her inner thighs. She squirms against my touch, leaning forward more.

Her forehead’s nearly pressed against the mirror,I notice, chuckling quietly to myself.Desperate.

With the lightest feather-soft touch, I slide my finger through her folds, and she whimpers a needy little whimper.

“All done with your makeup?” I ask, slipping the finger between my lips and sucking it as she glares down at me.

“Enzo,” she moans. “Why are you the biggest tease in the world?”

I laugh at her desperation and repeat the action. This time, when she glares down at me, I slide my fingers inside her, and she moans, deep and low, falling forward onto the sink. I start up a steady rhythm as my other hand reaches around her and finds her clit, circling it slowly.

She’s trapped between my hands, writhing with pleasure against the sink, and it’s the most beautiful thing I think I’ve ever seen. My lips trail across her hips, thighs, and ass as she gets closer to finishing.

“Faster,” she begs, meeting my eyes in the mirror. Her cheeks are flushed, her neatly brushed hair curling around her face now from the heat. “Harder, please.”

I pick up my pace as her moans get louder. She’s screaming my name, moaning and thrashing against the counter, and I can’t take it anymore.

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