Page 33 of Filthy and the Beast

“So hot,” he growls. “Suck it.”

“That’s right.” I pull up as I gasp breath, still stroking him. “Come in my mouth. Give it to me.”

I swallow him again, and the filthy words roll from the bottom of his lungs. “Suck my dick, Damian,” he groans, stroking my face. “Tight mouth.” Nearly torn open, he grunts. “Fucking hot.” He thrusts again, fucking my face as I eagerly take him. “Want you.”

As he says the last words, his breath goes tight. They ring out clearer in my mind, different than all the other dirty talk.

Like a promise.

His dick swells, and he explodes with an orgasm. Semen fills my mouth, and I choke his erection out as I swallow, barely able to take the last thrusts.

I wait for him to finish vibrating and crawl up his sweaty body. Splaying across Enzo’s chest, I kiss him, his semen still wet in my mouth. “Hey Enzo,” I coo playfully.

Laughing, he rubs his hand over his face. “Fucking hell, Damian.”

“You like?”

He harrumphs. “That’s one way of putting it.”

“Yeah.” I grin. “Me, too.”

Whining sounds from the door to his wing of the house, and both of our eyes flit in the direction of the dogs. Our bodies warm together, I realize how much I want to share a bed with him for the night. How good having his weight next to mine feels.

But there’s no way in hell that’s happening. And like I told him earlier, touching cocks didn't make any commitments.

So before I can get confused about it, I push myself up. I grab a few tissues from the counter to wipe myself off before I toss the box to Enzo.

Still dazed, he sits up. “Thanks.”

I find my briefs and pull them on. When Enzo stays seated, I remember myself and bend down, offering him an elbow.

Sighing, he accepts it. “Thanks,” he says again.

We stand, and I tap his chest. “No being awkward tomorrow, remember?”

He rubs the back of his head. “Sure.”

I give him another quick kiss, opening my mouth just enough to taste him before I pull back.

Enzo gives me a lopsided smile. He looks happy.

The moment feels right, so instead of forcing him to talk about it, I decide to end things on a high note. “Sleep well.” Smiling, I make my way upstairs.

I plop down on my bed, spent and buzzing and happy.

I just had sex with Enzo.

That’s when it really hits me: this might never happen again.

“Shit.” I fall back against the mattress. “I should have kissed him more.”

CHAPTERTHIRTEEN

ENZO

My aching back wakesme early, the flames reignited.

Groaning, I straighten my legs out in bed. That’s what I get, pushing my body past the limit last night.

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