Page 83 of Vincenzo
I giggle. “Armando texted and confirmed his dad will be leaving tomorrow afternoon, and that he has to meet Pedro at Diego’s place Friday night.That’swhen we’re going to get him.”
“Damn. So this is finally going to go down in two more nights.”
“Yeah. Two more nights … I can’t believe this is finally happening.” I run my fingers through Enzo’s damp hair.
“Are you ready for this?”
“You know I am,” I say, and I can’t help the giddiness in my voice. It’s probably not right to be this excited about killing someone, but I can’t help it. My parents deserve justice, and once Pedro and my uncle get what should’ve been given to them ten years ago, everything will be right in the world.
Enzo’s arm tightens around me, and he starts dragging his fingers along my thigh. My insides clench at his touch. “I got us some food,” he says. “It’s sitting inside on the counter.”
“Food sounds amazing,” I say, moving my hips in his lap. “But I can think of something that sounds even better.”
I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and bring my lips to his. The kiss is slow and passionate. All-consuming of the feelings we’ve developed for each other.
He draws me closer, and I wiggle in his lap, already feeling his hardened length through his boxers.
“Dinner can wait,” I say against his soft lips. “I want younow.”
“Good choice,” he mumbles against me, then the kiss turns harder and more ferocious. This time all-consuming of theneedwe feel for each other.
Our mouths clash and our teeth clatter, unable to get our fill of one another.
I move so I’m straddling Enzo, and if we weren’t wearing these little scraps of clothing, my pussy would be lined up perfectly with his cock.
“Mmmm,” I moan out, grinding on him. Having our bodies so close yet so far away is killing me.
“This what you need, Little Hellion?” Enzo asks, his voice hoarse and laced with need as he thrusts his hips up into mine. “You want me to take you in this hot tub? You want me to make you scream my name so this city knows exactly who you belong to?”
“Yes,” I moan out, his words sending a shiver through my body.
Enzo let’s out a growl and yanks my hips into him. He slides his hand beneath my bikini bottoms and runs his finger up and down my slit.
I let out a mewl when he finds my clit and rubs circles over it. I immediately bear down on him, grinding my pussy into his hand.
“You’re so needy for it, aren’t you, baby? Does it turn you on knowing I can take you anywhere?”
“Yes,” I pant out.
“Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” His tone is deep and gravelly, showing the same desperation for me that I feel for him.
“I want you to make me come,” I breathe out. “I want you to make me cry out your name over and over again.”
“How do you want me to make you come, Little Hellion?” His voice gets me more excited than I thought a voice ever could.
“With your cock… and your hand.”
He lets out a deep chuckle that vibrates through me, straight to my pussy, making me grind down even harder into him. “You’re my greedy little slut, aren’t you?”
I mumble out an incoherent sound.
“Say it,” he says, the tone in his voice a command. “Tell me what you are to me.”
“I’m your greedy little slut,” I pant out, the need to feel his dick sliding in and out of me becoming too much. “Please, Enzo. Treat me like the dirty little slut I am.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” he all but growls out, his fingers working me harder than they were before. Making me clench my thighs around his hips, squeezing as if it’s the only thing keeping me afloat in this hot tub.
The tingling sensation that began in my core, courses through every fiber of my being. The anticipation of my orgasm heightens my senses, sending them into overdrive as I roll my hips in his lap, but just when I’m about to find the release I so desperately need, he stops us.
