Page 21 of The Prizes We Win
Before I know it, she’s pushing against my chest. I shuffle backward, causing her to slide off the wall and land on her feet. And I’m not really sure how she does it, but a second later she spins me and pushes me off the wall. I land with a thud.
Fuck, me. That was hot.
I don’t have a chance to vocalize how turned on that just made me because she’s already dropping to her knees before me.
Joe grips the band of my sweatpants and seductively works them down my legs, letting my dick spring free. I watch as her eyes quickly dart to the piercing at the head, as if she almost forgot it was there. Then, she places both of her hands flat onmy stomach before looking up at me through her dark eyelashes, sticking out her tongue, and licking from the base of my cock to the tip. I watch, my breath heavy, as the tip of her tongue laps at the small bead of precum before she slowly, and I mean fuckingslowly,drags her nails over my hips and down my thighs. Pressing hard enough that one of her nails nicks the skin.
And just like she did only a second ago, she sticks her tongue out, eyes zeroed in on the small droplet of blood.
“Josephine,” I warn, using her full name. Because if she does this, I’m so fucking gone it’s not even funny.
She looks at me with those fucking eyes, waits a half-second, and runs the surface of her tongue up the full length of my thigh, cleaning up the droplet of blood as she goes. She bites at the skin once she reaches my hipbone before licking her lips.
I’m man enough to admit that I fall to my fucking knees. Right then and there, I fall to my knees, and she hasn’t even made me come.
However, I quickly recover as I notice Joe shift from kneeling to sitting before she starts scooting away from me. “Josephine.”
“Ooo, again with the ‘Josephine.’” She scoots further away.
I plant my hands on the ground and crawl to her. My eyes zero in on the fact that she’s not wearing any underwear beneath those little cotton pajama shorts because I have a clear view of her pussy. And even from here, I can tell it’sdrippingfor me. In one quick move, I’m able to reach out and wrap my hand around her ankle. Pulling her leg out from under her, her torso collides with the floor. Her devious giggle fills the room as I pull her to me.
“What are you gonna do?” she taunts.
I take the white lace that runs along the hem of her shorts between my fingers. Rubbing it between the pad of my thumb and forefinger, I ask, “You like these?”
“Yes,” she answers warily.
“Good.” Grabbing the delicate cotton with both hems, I rip the shorts off her body in one go.
“Lorenzo!” she shouts.
She half-heartedly attempts to slide away from me again, but I quickly pin her hips to the floor. “I don’t fucking think so.”
I readjust myself so I’m able to lean over and run my tongue along the inside of her thigh. Josephine moans. But that moan quickly turns to a hiss when I start biting at the sensitive skin, leaving mark after mark as I make my way up to the apex of her thigh. But I don’t touch herthere.
Not yet.
I continue to lick and bite up her stomach, over her breasts, and along the slope of her neck until I’m hovering above her face.
Reaching up, I hold her face in my hand, just like she did to me when she started this game. With my other hand, I reach down and grab hold of my cock and, with the pad of my thumb, do my best to rub the precum over the head.
“You’re about to get exactly what you asked for, Sweetheart.”
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Josephine
Enzo notches the head of his cock at my entrance and slams deep inside of me in one punishing thrust. “Oh, god!” I half-shout, but with his hand still holding my face the words come out mumbled.
He slides out, leaving the head of his cock inside of me, and says, “Nah, Sweetheart. It’s just me. I’ll be your god any time you like, though.”
I mock roll my eyes. “Oh shut—”
He slams into me again. Hard enough that it feels like he could put us through the floor, and deep enough that I can already feel the pleasure pooling inside of me. “Time to hold on.”
Enzo’s eyes narrow as he grins down at me. His face is practically sinister. A mix of the mischievousness that is always present, and the intense passion that lies just beneath the surface. The darkness in his eyes resembles the day he saved mein Jean & Joan’s, but I can see the lust there. Like embers of the hottest fire floating through the night.
The thin chain he always wears around his neck dangles above me as he picks up his pace, and I can feel his pinky ring pinching the skin at my waist where he has a firm hold of me.
