Page 168 of Hexed
“Babe, it’s a penthouse apartment for one of the most powerful men in New York. You think they let just anyone waltz up here?”
Before I can stand, Enzo saunters into the room and heads straight to me, then scoops me up and takes me straight to the bedroom, not even sparing anyone else a glance.
I let him, because honestly, when he carries me like this or throws me over his shoulder, it’s hot as hell. Even if I wanted to complain, I don’t think my vagina would let me.
When we get to the bedroom, he kicks open the door and closes it behind him before throwing me on the new bed.
I toss a hand out. “Wait! Tell me you like the furniture.”
He ignores me and strips off his suit jacket, then his vest, and then his shirt underneath. And I watch him because I’m never one to turn down a free show, and I’ve been dying to really soak him in topless—to get a better look at his ink—since the moment I saw him at my uncle’s estate. He takes his pants off next, leaving him in black boxers, and then he’s on me, pushing me back on the bed and kissing down my neck, his hand already heading toward my breasts.
“I’m serious,” I tell him. “I want your approval. I’ll just be thinking about it the whole time if you don’t, and then I won’t be able to come.”
Sighing, he sits back, scanning the room. “It’s nice.”
I quirk a brow. “Nice? That’s all I get?”
He grins lasciviously at me. “I’m more interested inthisview.” He brushes his hand along my front and dips beneath my jeans, but they’re tight, and he can’t get very far.
He frowns. “I like you in dresses. I need easy access.”
I reach down and undo my button, and he pulls my pants off slowly, leaning over and giving small bites and kisses to my pussy.
“I love that you don’t wear underwear.”
He’s right, I rarely do. It’s constricting, and I hate the way it feels. My girl needs to breathe.
“I’ll never wear them again,” I moan, my eyes going half-lidded as he gets me naked from the waist down and then tongues my clit.
He gives me a few more licks before he crawls up my frame, pressing his mouth to mine.
I can taste myself on him, tangy and a little salty, but it’s incredibly erotic. I swirl my tongue around his and drag it into my mouth so I can suck myself off him, which I’ve realized quickly is one of my favorite things to do. It turns me on, bad.
He groans, gripping my hips, and then he flips us over until he’s on his back and I’m on top of him.
“Ride my face,” he demands, digging his fingers into my thighs and pushing me forward.
And well, who am I to argue?
So I let him move me until my pussy is hovering above his mouth, his hot breath cascading over my center.
He grips my ass in his hands and then smacks one side hard enough to sting.
A sharp jab of arousal slices me in half before settling between my legs.
“Sit on my face, baby. Suffocate me.”
And then he uses his hold on my cheeks to force me down.
I suck in a sharp breath because his tongue is going towork, and it feels incredible. I move my hips back and forth, grinding against his mouth, my eyes locked on where he’s licking me, and I know I won’t last long like this. He’s easily the most skilled man who has ever eaten my pussy, and I’m glad he seems to enjoy the job.
My hands shoot out and grip the headboard so I can ride his tongue better, and his fingers come up and slip through the crack of my ass, then go lower. Teasing.Testing.
It’s enough to make me shatter.
I come so hard, stars dot my vision, and he groans when I flood his mouth, keeping me locked against him while he laps me up like I’m fine wine.
I’ve never felt more attractive to someone than I do at this moment. And it’s…powerful. I move off him after my orgasm ends and try to catch my breath.
