Page 79 of Enzo
Enzo sat like a king about to be served, but the tension in his shoulders told me maybe he was about to unravel. And I wanted to be the reason for it.
“I’ve never done this,” I murmured, wrapping my fingers around his smooth, hard erection. “Tell me if I’m doing it wrong.”
“You could stare at it and you’d be doing it right,” he said, his breathing harsh.
I licked my lips, then tilted my head, taking his balls into my mouth and sucking on them gently.
“Fuck,” he hissed, dropping his head back while watching me through a half-lidded gaze. I continued to suck on his testicles while I pumped his cock. “I thought you said you’ve never done this before.”
I pulled back and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “I’ve watched a tutorial or two.”
“Jesus,” he muttered. “Then show me what you’ve learned, wife.Succhialo.” Suck.
Stifling a smile, I laved the tip of his cock with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down, taking more of him into my mouth as he glided down my throat.
“Look at me,” he demanded roughly, grabbing a fistful of my hair.
My gaze flicked to his, and sparks of pleasure fluttered through me. He maneuvered me up and down, my head bobbing as he controlled the pace. He thrust deeper into my mouth with every move until he hit the back of my throat.
My eyes watered and I gagged.
“Just like that,” he praised, deep-throating me as he cradled my face with both hands. “Mia anima.”
He fucked my mouth, watching me with a hunger that told me he planned to devour me. Like I was the most precious thingthat’d ever happened to him. Like I was his everything. And it made me feel like I was on top of the world.
“Cazzo, I’m going to come,” he rasped, attempting to pull out.
I shook my head subtly and he groaned, letting out a hoarse sound. He thrust his hips, his cock hitting the back of my throat again, once, twice, and he finished in my mouth.
Our gazes locked as I swallowed, then darted my tongue to lick drops of his cum off my lips.
His breaths came out heavy, devotion and something else in his eyes that had me wondering whetherthiswas what it felt like when passion collided with true feelings.
I stood up, his hands hungry on me.
“I love seeing you in my clothes,” he grunted while taking them off. I yanked his tie off, then fumbled with the buttons on his shirt before discarding both on the floor.
I slipped my panties down my legs, both of us now naked, and I couldn’t get enough of him. Enzo was a magnificent specimen of a man, his abs ripped and his muscles honed to perfection, but he somehow wasn’t overly bulky.
His hands cupped my ass, rough and urgent, and I straddled him, his mouth latching on to my breast. His cock brushed against my hot core, and I shuddered. He rolled his hips again and again, each motion against my slit sending a shot of pleasure through me.
“Too much?” he rasped, skimming his mouth over my lips, my jawline, and then down to my neck. Anticipation buzzed underneath my skin as I brought my lust-filled gaze up to meet his.
“Not enough,” I breathed.
I barely got the words out before his finger found my soaked entrance and he slid inside. His other hand traveled up to cup my breast, twisting one nipple roughly.
I threw my head back and moaned.
“Oh… Enzo… I… need…” I couldn’t think straight, but he seemed to know exactly what I needed.
He slipped another finger into me, then another, until he had most of his hand filling me.
He swallowed my moans as he thrust his fingers into me until pleasure shot through me like a lightning bolt. I came all over his hand, shudders rolling down my spine, my body quickly turning into mush.
“We’re just getting started,mia anima,” he growled. His finger trailed over my chest, working my nipples between his fingers. My back arched into his touch, his musky scent overwhelming me.
“Can’t wait,marito,” I said, my voice hoarse.
