Page 170 of Hexed
I grip the base of my cock and line up behind her, my head prodding at her tight wet hole. My free hand glides along her back, glistening with a sheen of sweat, most likely from how hard she just came all over my face. I lick my lips to get another taste.
My palm keeps moving until I reach her shoulder, where I give a slight squeeze before continuing until I wrap around the front of her neck, cupping her throat, keeping pressure off her windpipe.
I watch her reaction in the mirror.
Her eyes flare, and she bites the corner of her bottom lip.
She likes it.
It’s torture when I push into her slowly, holding back even though she’s wrapping me up so tightly.
“Do you see how good you look, under my hands, taking my cock?” I ask her. Our eyes lock on each other in the reflection.
“Yes,” she murmurs, pushing herself onto me, trying to take more.
Tsk-tsking at her, I pull back out and tighten my grip on her throat. “Greedy girl, aren’t you?”
“Enzo, fuck me.”
I lean over her, my stomach flipping and cock jerking with the need to obeyhercommand. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
And then I slam into her, doing what she wants anyway.
She lets out a guttural moan, her eyes rolling up in her head at the feel, and I squeeze her neck again, my palm resting on the necklace I bought her. It fills me with so much joy when I see her wearing it. Especially when it’s theonlything she’s wearing.
“Do you like this?”
“Mmm.” She nods.
I pull out and slowly slide back in, and she’s so wet, my dick glides in easily.
My heart spasms in my chest, and I thrust harshly again, slipping my cock in from root to tip, then rotating my hips once I’m all the way inside her. My fingers tighten more on her neck, slowing her breathing down, but I’m watching carefully to make sure she isn’t in pain.
Her mouth parts and her eyes widen, but she never drops my gaze. And her cunt isdrenchingme.
I’m fucking up into her now at a steady pace, her tits jiggling with the motion, hanging down from how she’s bent over while I take her from behind.
My free hand reaches up and holds her breast because I can’t resist when they’re right there, so juicy and full and begging me to hold them.
I watch her face turn red and feel her pussy quivering around me. “That’s my girl.”
Releasing her breast, I move down and pull my cock almost entirely out of her, my fingers dipping into the wet, sloppy mess and dragging it up until I circle the sweet round bud of her asshole, making it well lubricated.
She tries to suck in air, but it’s restricted, and the sight of her at my mercy, so trusting, has me almost losing it before she does.
Fuck.
My eyes meet hers in the mirror, and I thrust my hips forward, my cock slipping back into her tight channel inch by inch. At the same time, my finger brushes against her other entrance, pushing through the resistance and sliding in and out slowly. Softly, because I know it takes preparation and a slow stretch to really feel good.
Her pouty mouth parts, and her eyes roll up in her head, her body growing lax beneath my ministrations. My hand tightens on her neck, anchoring myself to her while I fill both her holes with me, and her palms smack against the mirror, leaving smudged handprints on the glass.
Her pussy contracts around my length, squeezing and releasing, and the sight of her this way, so open and vulnerable, has heat spreading through my lower abdomen and wrapping around the base of my spine like wildfire.
I peer down at where I disappear inside her, my cock jumping at the sight. “Look at you, greedy girl, sucking me in like you can’t get enough.”
“Enzo,” she groans. Sweat beads at her temples, making her hair stick to the sides of her face, and her cheeks are flushed the perfect rosy pink.
She’s close.
