Page 88 of Merciless Oath

We roll around in the grass, lost in the headiness of finally being able to live out our happily ever after. She straddles me, leaning in to kiss me again, and I almost rip her clothes off right then and there.

Thinking better about giving our new neighbors a show, I scoop her up and head to the house instead.

“The ring!”

“Oh shit,” I laugh, setting her down. I dash back to the grass and grab the little box.

Lenny stands on our new porch. The sun streams down, making her eyes sparkle even brighter, and I fall a little bit in love all over again.

“Get your married ass inside, woman,” I command, my voice low and dangerous.

“Engaged,” she calls back, skipping into the kitchen. I watch her retreating form, knowing I’ve condemned myself to a lifetime of insatiable lust.

If I don’t have her right now, I’ll probably implode.

She’s studying the kitchen counters when I meet her inside, examining the intricately carved wooden drawers.

“You understood the assignment,” I whisper hoarsely, sliding up behind her and pinning her to the counter. Her arms fall forward, bending her body in half, and she tries to swat me, but I grab her wrist, taking away control.

“Enzo,” she whispers, desire seeping into her voice. “We can’t do this here.”

“Why not? We own it.”

“There’s not furniture,” she groans as I press my raging hard cock against her.Too many clothes, too many layers. Need skin. Now.

“When has that ever stopped us before?” I laugh darkly, slipping my hand around to unfasten her jeans.

“You’re insane.” She shakes her head, whipping me with her hair. I inhale deeply, savoring that familiar, exotic scent of Valentina.

“Do you enjoy it?” I growl into her ear, shoving her jeans down. Mine quickly follow suit and she gasps as my cock nudges against her, throbbing and ready.

“Enzo, stop talking,” she moans, sliding herself back and forth on me. I let my head drop back, savoring the feeling of being desired by Valentina, of being loved so deeply.

When we’re both shaking from need, I slide inside her, groaning at the warmth and wetness that greets me. She slumps against the counter, breathing hard.

I pick up the rhythm, going slow and deep, stretching out the pleasure. My phone rings, lost somewhere on the floor, and she moans, turning back to look at me.

“Don’t worry about it,” I grunt, pushing in deeper. She starts to protest, and I know her mind just jumped into mom mode, worrying that something’s wrong with the girls.

“Fuck me hard and fast, Enzo Cavalli,” she cries. “Or I’ll do it for you.”

No need to tell me twice, I think as I slam into her. She cries out with pleasure and begs for more, urging me on by meeting my movements.

We go wild, feral, hoarsely whispering platitudes of love and pleasure. She screams my name when I sink deeper.

I feel her tightening around me, gripping my cock as her own pleasure cascades down into something more intense and euphoric. The smell of her sweet perfume and the feel of her soft skin on mine push me over the edge.

“Lenny, I can’t hold on…” I manage to choke out before I feel her exploding around me, cruising that high that I need so badly.

I let go as well, slumping on top of her and covering her shoulders with kisses.

“Well, that was unexpected,” she finally mumbles, laughing to herself.

“Which part, exactly?”

“All of it.” She grins, elbowing me off. When she spins around, she pulls me into a deep, tender kiss. “You’re my favorite person, you know that?”

“Good thing you just agreed to marry me then.” I smile back, bringing her fingers to my lips. She watches the movement, admiring the sparkling vintage cushion-cut emerald on her finger. “Did I do good?”

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