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He shoves off the fridge and walks me backward until my ass bumps into the counter. Cupping my breast in his hand, he gives it a firm squeeze, and I find myself trying to squeeze my thighs together to relieve the pressure that’s rapidly building. Enzodoesn’t miss the move, and he says, “I’ll blow my load all over you right now, and you won’t get the chance to see what it feels like inside of you.”
“If you can’t last with me looking at your dick, there’s no way you’ll be able to handle me being wrapped around it.”
He chuckles darkly and says, “Feeling bratty, Sweetheart?”
Narrowing my eyes, I answer, “Always.”
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Enzo
The whistle of the tea kettle goes off like a gunshot.
Joe reaches for it, but I pin her tight against the counter with my hips, groaning when the head of my dick comes into contact with her stomach, and reach across the narrow kitchen to turn off the stove—never once removing my eyes from hers.
Even in the darkness of the night, they’re the brightest shade of gray I’ve ever seen.
She eyes me playfully as she says, “I need that to make a cup of tea. It helps me fall asleep.”
“Oh, don’t you worry. Sleep will be calling your name when I’m done with you.”
“Well, if you’re that boring of a lay, I might as well—”
“Brat,” I bite out as I bend down and throw her naked body over my shoulders.
“Lorenzo!” she screams as she smacks my ass as I carry her toward her bedroom.
I pinch hers in return, and she lets out a squeal that goes straight to my already rock-hard cock. Entering her room, I throw her onto her bed, watching in fascination as her dark hair sprawls across the plum-colored duvet and the way her full breasts bounce as she hits the mattress.
They’re full and round, just big enough to fit in my hands, and her dark pink nipples are practically screaming to be sucked on. Her right one is ever-so-slightly larger than the left, but regardless, they’re the most perfect pair of tits I’ve ever seen.
My eyes quickly graze over the rest of her body. It’s toned and muscular, likely from hours spent at the gym; she has a small jewel through the top of her belly button, and tattoos cover her skin. She doesn’t have nearly as many as I do, but her ink is impressive nonetheless. However, upon closerinspection, I notice a large scar on the top of her thigh, one I didn’t seem to notice the other morning in the coffee shop, and several circular scars covering her abdomen and chest. A waver of white-hot anger courses through me, as I’ve seen and done enough damage in my life to know the one on her thigh is in the perfect place for a compound fracture, and the small dots are likely from lit cigarettes.
She notices me eyeing the wounds and the way my body tenses before she whispers, “Don’t, Lorenzo…”
“Sweetheart.” The nickname comes out shaky. “Who did that to you? Just give me a name, and I’ll—”
Shaking her head quickly, she pleads, “Not right now. Please. I’ll explain to you someday, but… please… not now.”
I swallow harshly at her request. As much as I want to murder whoever it was that put their hands on this woman, it doesn’t overpower my need to be inside her. For the two of us to be so wrapped up in one another, we can’t tell where she ends, and I begin. Taking a few deep breaths,I recenter and refocus myself. But I have to ask her first. “Promise, you’ll tell me. Promise, you will tell me who did that to you.”
Joe hesitates for a second but eventually nods and whispers, “I promise.”
I take half a step forward so my legs press against the end of her mattress. Grabbing her by the ankle, I lift her leg and place her foot on my shoulder. I give the inside of her foot a soft kiss and almost drop to my knees when I see her back arch slightly off the bed. Lightly, I drag my tongue along the inside of her leg, placing a kiss every few inches until I reach the apex of her thighs. I pause for a moment to admire her pussy, already soaking wet and dripping for me.
I blow out a harsh breath against her cunt, and she whines, “Enzo…”
“Can I taste you, Sweetheart?”
“Fuck yes.”
In the blink of an eye, I flatten my tongue against her, groaning loudly as the taste of her takes over my mouth. I run my tongue from her entrance to her clit, and suck rapidly at the sensitive bundleof nerves. Wrapping my hands around her thighs, trying to ignore the way my fingers brush against the raised scar, I push her legs up and spread her wide. My fingers replace my mouth over her clit, and I press my tongue inside of her as far as it will go.
She tastes better than any dessert I’ve ever had. She lights a fire in my veins the way no drug or drink has ever done. And just like I knew she would when we kissed at Jean & Joan’s, I officially want to bury myself in this pussy every day for as long as I live.
Joe threads her fingers through my hair, and I have to press my cock against the mattress as her black nails scratch along my scalp. I continue to fuck her with my tongue as she moans my name over and over.
It’s when I press my fingers more firmly against her clit that her control slips, and she screams out, “Oh, yes. Just like that.” My fingers work faster, in tandem with the thrusts of my tongue. “Don’t stop. Make me come. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
