Page 67 of Filthy and the Beast

Holy shit. How could I ever get bored of this man?

Enzo grinds his jaw. A few seconds pass. “Maybe.”

I consider the situation. Enzo and I have been exclusive without really naming it. Watching him, I have no desire for our arrangement to change, so why not be explicit about it?

“I’m not bored,” I tell him. “Having sex with you is really, really hot. And I mean it when I say I don’t need a wild night at the sex club to satisfy me. A good partner is all it takes.”

“Good.” Enzo crosses his arms over his chest. “Thanks.”

“If you want to make us officially exclusive,” I tell him, “I could be down for that.”

“Yes.” He says it immediately, my words still in my mouth, and then says it again. “Yes.”

I grin. “Okay. Cool.” It feels right, and when something does, I try not to overthink it.

To my surprise, though, Enzo keeps the conversation alive. “If you ever do need something,” his voice tightens, “to feel satisfied.” He swallows. “Just let me know.”

We’ve drifted into dusk. The familiar, gray light is creating a Pavlov’s dog circuit of horny in my brain. With the time change, darkness falls earlier every day. Glad to stop restraining myself, I close the distance between us. My hand lands on Enzo’s face, and I curl my fingers in his beard, turning him to face me.

“This is all I need to feel satisfied.” I drag my lips over his, stroking the side of his face, and he bends to lift me, pulling me close as he kisses back. I lose myself in the strength of his body, and Enzo’s musky, sweaty scent floods me. Lust stabs me, and I tug harder on his shoulders, pulling him to me. Following my lead, Enzo gives, and I drag him to the mat.

I crawl on top, push his shirt up, and bury my face at his armpit, huffing in his gym scent. Laughing, Enzo pushes me away. “What are you doing?”

I squeeze his nipple; Enzo bucks. “I told you. I love the way you smell after you’ve been working out.” Leaning down, I kiss him. “Don’t you like how I smell?”

Giving me a funny look, he wrestles me to the side and pulls my shirt off. Enzo rubs his face over my belly. His beard is electric as he huffs up to my armpits, and my eyes roll back in my head.

Enzo yanks my pants down and inhales at my crotch. “Yeah,” he groans. “You smell fucking amazing.”

We’re all over each other, tossing ourselves across the mat. I’m licking him and huffing him everywhere, and Enzo does the same, full-body contact to the next level. My muscles quivering, my balls grow fat and heavy.

We stroke our erections together. I press my forehead to Enzo’s, leaning down on top of him. “Can I kiss your rim again?”

As his cock throbs, his grip tightens on my hip, his voice raspy. “Sure.” I roll him over on his chest.

Enzo’s globes are thick with muscle, hard when I grope them. Dark hair grows down his crack and across the top of his ass, and soft fur on his abs when I drag my hand around his body. I stroke the underside of his erection and play with his balls until I pull his ass open and lick his hairy rim.

Enzo slams the mat and growls, his body reactive. I can top him just like this, my tongue whispering across his entrance. Shaking as I squeeze his cock, he follows every flick and swirl and, when he gets control again, reaches back to touch me.

After I drive him to the edge of his climax, I tear my lips from his clenching entrance. We end up in our favorite position, face-to-face and jerking our erections between our tight bodies. Shaking in his embrace, I come so hard I collapse against him.

“Totally satisfied,” I murmur, nuzzling against Enzo as he catches his ragged breath.

He throws his arm around me, holding me there. “Good.”

Sweaty and hot, we lay together, breathing hard. I don’t want to let go of him.

I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.

The thought hits me hard. Because Enzo isn’t a talker, I’m left to sit with it in silence.

It’s true. I’ve never felt like this about another person. Time to get serious about what that means.

CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO

ENZO

Nat’s glovecrosses my cheek hard, and her second punch follows to my side. I get her off me and block, my muscles moving on their own. Instinct puts me in my stance; I throw a heavy hook. She dodges, then knocks me back with another flurry.

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