Page 90 of Filthy and the Beast

My cock throbs. “You want me to fuck your hole?”

“Fuck yes.”

We stare at each other, hearts racing. Our bodies are totally connected in the intensity of the moment, and I can feel him trusting me, opening himself to me.

“Say it,” I tell him.

He grinds his hips down harder, expression aching, showing me that he’s not going to balk. “Fuck my hole, Damian.”

I push a second finger in. It takes his breath away, and Enzo falls back against the mattress, but he doesn’t release his legs. I get up on my knees. Sweat dripping down my forehead, I keep working him, slowly rubbing his spot and stretching his rim.

Taking my time, inch by inch.

Enzo’s hole grips tight on my fingers. His prostate throbs; he’s fighting off his climax.

My hand between his legs, two fingers hard in his hole, I kiss his thighs, his belly, and wriggle up to kiss his lips again, our chests pressed together. Our cocks throb between our tight bodies, raw and hot, lubed up only by our saliva, sweat, and precum.

Don’t need to fuck him with my cock tonight. Better to save that for later because this is explosive already.

Kissing him, I bury my face at his neck. My fingers thrust harder, and Enzo fucks back, bucking his hips. Our bodies writhe, friction building, and the steady grind of our cocks between our hot skin pushes me to the edge.

Enzo lets go of his knee and grabs my wrist, burying my fingers in his hole. He’s cursing and grunting, thrashing around, so close to his orgasm he can’t make words. His leg wraps around me, and he squeezes my body to his, pulling me into his strength. We’re both shaking and thrusting, the line between our bodies obliterated.

“So tight and hot,” I groan. “You feel so good.”

Enzo bucks, hitting his climax first. His prostate pulses hard, and his hole clenches on my fingers. I stay buried as his cock, pressed to mine, throbs, throbs, throbs, and finally shoots. Enzo pulls my wrist hard, sinking my fingers into him, and the explosion of his orgasm sends me over the cliff, the friction of his body enough to ignite me. Ecstasy floods my veins, my balls pump and squeeze, and everything disappears but me and Enzo.

Panting, we collapse together. Enzo releases his knees, but I keep my fingers in him, knowing how strange the sensation of emptiness can be right after getting fucked.

“Holy fucking shit,” Enzo finally says, his voice raspy.

“Holy shit,” I agree and kiss him. “I’m going to pull my fingers out now, okay?”

He nods softly. When I extract myself, his face twists, but he relaxes again.

Enzo looks down at his hairy torso covered with cum, and we both laugh.

“Shower?” I ask.

He grunts with a nod. “Shower,” he agrees.

Enzo helps me up. When I stand, my knees are wobbly. We walk silently into the shower. He gets it steamy, pulls me in, and we lean against each other, kissing and slowly washing one another.

“You’re right,” I tell him, my arms around his waist. “You did surprise me.”

He snorts a laugh. “Why haven’t we being doing that this whole time? Should have told me it felt that good.”

I laugh. “We’ve been working up to it.”

Stroking the back of my head, Enzo kisses me. “Thank you,” he says, voice raspy.

“Thank you,” I say back.

We dry each other off and head back to his room. Without saying a word, Enzo guides me to the bed. Naked and warm, we lie together. I’ve wanted so badly to lie with him in bed, and it’s as heavenly as I imagined. Throwing a heavy arm over me, he pulls me close, enveloping me in his touch.

I try to stay awake and cherish every detail, but quickly, drowsiness overtakes me, and I fall into a deep and restful sleep like I haven’t had since I started at the club.

Paradise.

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