Page 46 of The Prices We Pay
As if I would ever fucking stop.
“Come for me, Sweetheart,” I moan against her before continuing the rhythm that has her on the edge.
It only takes a few more seconds, and her body begins to shake violently under my hold. Her release floods my mouth as I continue to lap up every drop possible.
She’s barely come down from the high of her first orgasm as I crawl up her body. Reaching around, I run my palm down the length of one of her legs, prompting her to wrap them both around my waist. As she pants for a breath, I crash my mouth into hers, letting her taste her release.
Her nails run from my scalp and down my back. It feels so good. So. Fucking. Good.
Rocking my hips, the head of my cock presses against her wet entrance. “So wet for me, Sweetheart.”
Her eyes widen slightly as she says, “Your piercing. I can feel it.”
“It will feel so much better inside of you.” I push my hips forward slightly but stop as I realize, “Shit. I don’t suppose you have a condom, do you?”
Joe sighs in frustration. “No. It’s been a while, and I usually don’t bring people back here.” She furrows her brows in confusion. “Wait, you don’t have one? Not even in your wallet? Enzo Santoro… the ladies man?”
My eyes narrow as I fight a smile. “First of all, it’s Enzo Santoro, men and ladies man.” Her eyes widen in surprise at my confession before her expression morphs into one of intrigue. “And second of all, are you slut-shaming me, Ms. Jenkins?”
“Never, Mr. Santoro. Just surprised you don’t carry one with you.”
I lower my face so my lips brush against hers and say, “Haven’t been with anyone since I met you.”
She huffs out a laugh before realizing I’m not joking. “You’re serious?”
“As a heart attack.”
“Well, as touched as I am by the sentiment,” she begins, lifting her hips slightly, and I close my eyes as I fight the urge to slam inside of her. “What are we supposed to do now?”
“I’m clean,” I rush out. By no means was this my plan, and if she doesn’t feel comfortable with it, Iwon’t push it, but I could literally think of nothing better than feeling her wrapped around my bare cock.
Her legs tighten around my waist. “So am I, and I have an IUD.”
“Can I fuck you bare, Sweetheart? Can I make this pussymine?” I practically growl out the last word as the urge to possess her—to make her mine—takes over my entire body.
Joe’s breath hitches. “Fuck me, Enzo. Make me yours.”
In the span of three seconds, six words have unraveled me and stitched me back together. The person I am now is not the person I was just moments ago. Now… I am who I am because of her. Because of those six little words.
My hips slam forward so hard that it pushes Joe up the bed, but I can’t be bothered to care because my cock is buried inside of her. I now know what it feels like to have her pussy wrapped around me, and there’s nothing between us.
“Holy,” she breathes out, but as I pull out and thrust back in, rubbing my piercing against her G-spot, she drags out, “Fuuuuuck.”
“Told you it would feel better inside you.”
“Just shut up and fuck me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I do as she asks and fuck her without abandon.
Our bodies move in perfect unison. Our fucking is not quite sweet and slow, but not hard and fast either. We’re creating a tempo that was meant for the two of us together. Her eyes widen as she looks up at me, her whole body growing tense beneath me. I can feel the walls of her pussy start to tighten around my cock, and I know the second she comes, I’ll be right behind her.
This all feels too fucking good.
“That’s it, Sweetheart. Strangle my cock. Let me feel you come around me.”
Her nails dig into my back hard enough. I’m almost positive she drew blood. But I don’t care. In fact, the pain only adds to the symphony of euphoric sensations coursing through my body as Joe orgasms beneath me. And in one hard and deepfinal thrust, I spill deep inside of her. Pumping her so full of my release, I’ll still be leaking out of her while she’s drinking her morning cup of coffee at her desk.
In one swift movement, I roll us over, and with my dick still buried inside of her, her limp body is now lying on top of mine. Her long strands cascade down the side of her face and tickle my neck. Yet, I don’t bother flinching. I want to stay in this moment with her for as long as possible.
