Page 101 of Vincenzo
“Is that a promise?”
A low rumble vibrates in my chest. “You have no idea what I have in store for you.”
“Let’s see what you got,” she says with a lift of her brow.
I run my finger up her wet slit to her swollen bud and press down, rolling my finger over it while I let a trail of spit fall from my mouth onto her pussy.
Her knees lift, so I press them back down, needing her to be spread open for me. “You raise them again and you won’t get what you want,” I warn.
She lets out a whimper but does what she’s told.
My focus goes back to her clit, and I roll my finger over it, gradually increasing the pace and pressure until she’s writhing in front of me, making the most beautiful sounds with her mouth.
“Enzo, I’m so close, I need?—”
I pull my hand away and line up my cock with her pussy. Pushing the tip in, I grab hold of her waist and yank her down toward me hard and fast.
“Holy fuck,that’s deep,” she cries out, and I start thrusting in and out of her, knowing this angled position has me hitting her G-spot every time.
I drive in and out of her, getting faster as I build up her orgasm, then slowing down when she’s about to come. Teasing her—torturing her—with ecstasy. This position allows me full control of her pleasure, and I fucking love it.
Not to mention the view.
“Your pussy knows just how to take every inch of my cock. The way I slide so effortlessly in and out of you.” I bring my gaze up her perfect body to the mounds on her chest. “And those tits… Play with them. Show me what you’d want me to do to them right now.”
Amalia lets out a whimper, but she does as she’s told. My shallow thrusts pick up again when she starts playing with her jeweled peaks.
She arches her back and closes her eyes, throwing her head back into the cushion. Giving into the pleasure that’s dying to consume her body.
“Eyes on me, Amalia, or you’re not going to come.”
She opens her haze-filled eyes and focuses back on me.
“Good girl. Now you come only when I say you come. If you even think about doing it beforehand, you’ll be punished. Do you understand?”
She nods, licking her lips.
“Use your words, baby. I want to hear you say it.”
Her breaths are shallow. “Yes, Enzo. I won’t come until you say I can.”
“That’s my good little hellion,” I grumble right before picking up my pace again. “Squeeze those tits. I know you like it rough.”
Amalia does so, then she cries out in pleasure. I have her bouncing on my dick so vigorously her walls clench around me with every thrust.
I bead of sweat runs down my forehead as I try with all my fucking willpower to keep my orgasm at bay.
Just when I know Amalia’s on the edge of tumbling over that cliff, I slow my movements, rolling my hips into her at a rhythmic pace that has her body coming back down from the high.
“Please, Enzo,” she cries out, eyes glued to mine.
I raise my brows at her. “What’s that? Are you…beggingme for something?”
“You know I am. I need to come.Please, make me come. I’ve been such a good girl for you, and I want to feel you explode inside of me.”
Her words send a shiver down my spine.
“Please, Enzo. Please make me come on your cock. Let me squeeze and drain you of everything you have.”
