Page 84 of Vincenzo
“Enzo,” I whine, tightening my grip in his hair, causing him to angle his head back at the tugging sensation.
He smiles at me—that deranged kind of cocky-ass smile—and slides his hands under my ass, lifting me up.
I’m about to question what he’s doing, but then he rubs his dick along my pussy. I part my lips at the slick sensation, and without warning, he slams me down on top of him, fully impaling me.
My cry is muffled by Enzo’s mouth, swallowing and burying it so deep inside him.
His bruising grip on my ass imprints on me in a way that excites me like never before.
Pulling away, he says, “Come on, baby. Show me how bad you want this. Show me how bad you wantme.”
I slowly grind my hips back and forth in Enzo’s lap. His lips part, and a haze takes over his eyes.
“You like that?” I ask. “You like the way my pussy can work you up so quickly? The way your cock feels gliding in and out of it?”
He angles his head on the edge of the hot tub and stares into my eyes with a look that could have me bending over, begging for him. “You know I do.”
“Tell me how much you like it,” I say, my voice breathless with want and need as I pick up my pace.
“I”—thrust—“fucking”—thrust—“love it,” he growls out, matching my pace with thrusts of his own.
I lean back, changing the position so he’s able to get deeper. It has us letting out moans of pleasure in unison.
“I fucking love the way your cock feels. The way my pussy swallows each ridge of your ladder.”
“Keep talking that talk to me and you’re going to have me exploding inside you at any second,” Enzo grunts out.
“Give it to me, Enzo,please. I love when you fill me up with everything you have.”
He lets out a long, guttural moan, and I know he’s going to do exactly what I just begged him to do.
Squeezing my hips, he stops me from moving, but before I can cry out my displeasure, he lifts me, then slams me back down on him.
He repeats the movement over and over again until his pace is almost too much for me to handle.
“Oh, fuck, yes, just like that,” I cry out, my voice thick with headiness.
The familiar sensation I have every time Enzo fucks me gets stronger. The tingles spread from my core. My toes curl. The fluttering sensation in my stomach takes over like a swarm of butterflies begging to escape. My nails dig into his shoulders, surely leaving their crescent-shaped marks on his body.
Everything happens at once. The explosion intensifies to a crescendo that has me throwing my head back and crying out Enzo’s name while flashes of white pierce through my brain with each wave of my orgasm.
“That’s it, Little Hellion. My name better be the only thing that comes off your lips when you come. You’remine, and I want everyone in this damn city to know it.”
The orgasm is so powerful all I can do is loll my head forward and moan out my approval.
Somehow, after all of that, Enzo is still able to pick up his pace, hammering into me at an inordinate speed that has him falling over that cliff of his own, shooting everything he has into me.
I grip onto him as he comes undone beneath me.
“Fucking hell, Amalia. Being inside you is like nothing else. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.”
I let out a small giggle while we come down from our highs—steadying our heart rates—and run the tips of my nails along the back of his neck. He leans into the intimate gesture.
“And now you never have to,” I say, pressing my head against his chest. He wraps his strong arms around me, making me feel the safest I’ve felt in a while.
There’s just one thing left to do, and once that’s done, maybe I’ll finally be able to have the happily ever after I never thought was meant for me.
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