Page 44 of Vincenzo
Closing my eyes, I give him a lazy nod.
He continues to graze the metal along my slit, then slides it up to my clit, applying a tiny amount of pressure while moving the gun in small circles.
I thrust forward, needing to feel more.
“You’re such a needy little whore for it, aren’t you? Tell me, has any man ever taken their gun to your pussy before?”
“No,” I say, my voice weak from the shallow breaths I’m taking while the anticipation consumes me. Having a gun used on me never crossed my mind before. It’s dark. It’s twisted. Yet this needy feeling takes over my entire body at the idea of Enzo using it to play with me.
He hums out his approval, then lowers the gun and slowly drives it inside of me.
I let my head fall back again, and a small moan escapes my lips at the metal stretching me.
“That’s it, my little hellion, relax for me,” he breathes into my neck. The heat fans my skin, erupting goose bumps over my body.
As he pushes his gun inside of me, it almost becomes too much, stretching and filling me to an overloaded extent.
“I can’t. It’s too much,” I say, and he pauses, even though I don’t want him to stop. If his gun has me feeling this way, I can only imagine what his cock would do.
“Youcantake it, baby. Just take some deep breaths and relax for me. Let me take over and make you feel better than you’ve ever felt before.” Enzo glides the tips of his fingers up my side until he reaches my breast, giving it a firm squeeze that has me melting into him.
Relinquishing control is something I’ve never been good at doing, but when he has me in his grasp like this, whispering to me to let go, something inside me makes me want to do just that.
After taking a deep breath, I let it out, allowing him to continue pushing his gun into me.
“You’re doing such a good job, Little Hellion,” he whispers.
His words of praise flutter right through me while my body makes space for the cool metal.
Once I’ve fully consumed the barrel of the gun, Enzo waits for me to get acclimated to the foreign sensation while placing soft kisses on my neck. After a few moments, he says, “You ready?”
I nod and let out an airy “Yes.”
He slides his fingers up my top and pulls the cup of my tank top down, then gives my studded nipple a pinch that has me arching into his chest. “I’ve been dying to play with these again,” he growls out.
The smooth metal glides in and out of my pussy while Enzo continues playing with my nipple. His thrusts are shallow at first, making sure I’m ready to take more, until he’s plunging the gun fully in and out of me. The build up of ecstasy has me writhing on his lap.
“Holy shit, Enzo,” I pant out. “Please. I need more.”
The euphoria consumes me, and the animalistic side of me takes over. One that’s desperate to feel anything and everything I possibly can.
I grind my ass in Enzo’s lap, and from what I can tell, he’s enjoying this just as much as I am.
“Shit,”he groans out. “Watching your pussy stretch for my gun is an image I’ll never get out of my head.”
“I need more,” I whine out, bringing my hand down to my clit. The sensation of Enzo’s gun pumping in and out of me mixed with him teasing my nipple has me nearly spiraling. I know I won’t last much longer.
I rub my clit, which has Enzo breathing out a strained groan.
“You need a release of your own?” I ask him in between breaths.
“You fucking know I do,” he growls out.
“I can feel it,” I pant out while I grind down on his hardened length, but this time with a force and speed I know will have him reeling in no time.
Enzo grunts and says, “You know exactly what you’re doing there, huh, baby? You know how to work me up even with all this fabric in between us.”
“It’s only fair I make you feel just as good as I’m feeling,” I say, meeting each of Enzo’s frantic thrusts of his gun with my own.
