Page 48 of Enzo
If I wasn’t careful, I’d be cock-whipped by the end of this honeymoon.
I licked my lips, my thighs throbbing with the need to feel him inside me.
“Penelope.” I raised my head, and judging by the look on his face, he’d tried to get my attention before.
“Y-yes?” I reached toward his smooth, throbbing cock and my blood sizzled. My body tingled. I couldn’t breathe, and as my fingers wrapped around his length, I knew it was game over for him. Or was it for me?
He stared at me, eyes blazing. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Or I can fuck you, whatever,” I mumbled, my brain short-circuiting from the sexual tension brewing in this bedroom.
My hands met his shoulders, his muscles flexing beneath my touch. I was flying blind right now, driven only by this traitorous body that seemed to suddenly—desperately—want some dick. Fucking sue me.
“You’ll give me your all,” he added as his lashes lowered, throwing shadows over the sharp lines of his face.
“Just fuck me already before I lose my mind,” I demanded.
A hint of a smile curved his lips and he pressed our foreheads together. “Just remember you asked for it.”
Then he claimed my mouth, dominating it as a range of sensations swirled through me.
His touch turned rough, his kisses wild, as his hot flesh burned under my fingers.
I moaned when he slid his tongue inside my mouth and we molded together for a messy, wet kiss.
His hands came to my naked hips, sending a tremble through me. His palms slid over my hips to the curve of my ass and then he hoisted me up in one swift movement, never breaking away.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed my fingers in his hair, my body ready to take everything he had to give.
He set me on the bed, spreading my thighs open so he could step between them. I met his eyes, watching as his muscles twitched with arousal. He leaned forward and thrust his tongue deep into my mouth, like he wanted to suck my soul into his own.
My back touched the mattress and I pulled him down on top of me, only to shift us around. He lay against the pillows, half sitting up as I straddled him.
His cock brushed against my throbbing entrance.
He groaned; I moaned.
A shaky breath escaped me as my hand traveled over his hot skin. My brain turned hazy as a strong rush of desire slammed into me, making my ears ring.
My breasts rose and fell, and his gaze locked on them as he captured a nipple in his mouth. He licked and sucked, then nipped at it, making stars shoot behind my eyes. My eyes rolled back into my head, my pulse throbbing between my legs with an ache.
I shifted on his erection, grinding against his pelvis as fire burned my insides into ash. I was close to finding my release.
He slid his hand into my hair and yanked me closer to him, his next words rough against my ear. “Fuck me,mia anima.”
His mouth latched on to my throat, kissing and nipping as I positioned myself so his cock brushed back and forth against my pussy. A needy whimper escaped me as I lowered myself down onto his glistening length.
He cursed in Italian, his passion and rough timbre launching me toward that elusive peak.
“Please,” I panted, my thighs quivering as I adjusted to the fullness. “Oh my G?—”
“Think carefully about who you call out to.” His voice shifted dangerously.
“Enzo,” I breathed.
“That’s right,” he gritted, then gripped my hips and pushed me down until I’d sunk onto his length.
“It’s… too much,” I whimpered when he thrust his hips up, and he instantly stilled.
