Page 102 of Baby for my Daddy's Best Friend

I fist my hands in his hair. “Harder.”

He responds by bringing one of his fingers to rub my clit, doubling the pleasure he’s giving me already.

“I… Oh my…Fuck.”

The combination of his mouth and fingers drives me over the edge.

I soak his face in my juices.

When he emerges from between my legs, he’s grinning, pleased with his work.

And then, he presses his lips against mine.

“Taste yourself,baby.”

I moan loudly and lick his lips with a desperation I didn’t even know I was capable of. My mind is hazy, all the pleasure must have short-circuited my brain.

He is hovering over me now, and I hold him in my hand, caressing and massaging, pulling him closer, trying to bring him some small fraction of the release he’s given me so far.

But he stops me.

“No. No more teasing,” he whispers against my ear. “Spread your legs for me.”

I do as I’m told, and he brings up my legs to rest on his shoulder. We’ve never done this position before—but it feels intimate.

Our eyes never leave each other as he drives into me.

Oh my god.

A litany of curses flies out both of our mouths as our bodies adjust to each other. There’s no need for any protection anymore, and the rawness of it is multiplying our pleasure tenfold.

“Fuck, Quinn.You feel like…” His breathing is labored, and he picks up a steady thrusting rhythm. “Heaven.”

I throw my head back. He’s going to bring me to ecstasy again. I just know it.

There’s no one else who’s been able to understand the subtle cues of my body like Enzo does.

Enzo picks up his pace, fucking me rough for a few moments before stopping abruptly.

“What…”

“I can’t,” he murmurs. “The baby.”

“The doctor says it’s okay,” I blurt out.

“Don’ttemptme, Quinn.” He pulls out of me, and flips me over.

When he slides into me again, this new angle is everything.

I bite down the pillow, holding back my moans.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He grabs a fistful of hair and pulls my head upwards. The motion is not painful and sends a jolt of pleasure down my body.

“I’m yours. Yours, yours, yours.”

His breathing gets more and more ragged, and he thrusts into me harder than before.

“Fuck, Quinn.” He cums inside me at the same time I reach my orgasm.

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