Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
I want to stay mad, but his words are bullets lodged in the center of my heart.
“Don’t be mad, baby,” he pouts, before he quickly adds, “I let a dude do it.”
I burst into laughter, hitting his chest.
“Figured it was only fair that I stay away from women too since I’d skin any guy alive who touched your body.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “Now where were we?”
“You’re a dick.”
He grabs his dick with one hand, his other still holding on to my hair. “I know that, slut, but let’s be honest… It makes you wet.” He slaps my face with his dick, and my mouth opens as if conditioned to. “Doesn’t it, principessa?”
When I nod, his lips twitch before he smiles. “Open wide. I’m gonna fuck that pretty mouth of yours until you gag.”
I open my mouth, one hand wrapping around his erect cock, and I hear an audible hiss. Enzo’s head tilts back, and the pure bliss on his face makes me realize that I’m the one with all the power here. Men like Enzo never allow themselves to be vulnerable. I’ve been around dangerous men my whole life, most like my father, who don't allow even their wives to see them without their armor. Being with Enzo like this means something to me. It must mean something to him too.
HIs cock is beautiful—thick, long, and veiny. I lick his dick, from root to tip, then back again, making sure he is nice and wet before I wrap my mouth around his tip and suck, using my tongue to circle the head of his cock.
“Fuck. You’re such a good cock sucker, baby. Don’t stop.”
His words of encouragement egg me on. I bob on his cock eagerly. His hands roam through my hair, forming two fists. Gently, he pulls my head back and forth, fucking my mouth slowly, getting a rhythm.
My hands move around him and grab on to his firm ass, my nails digging in, encouraging him to not hold back. I want it all, the animal and the man.
Enzo grunts, answering my call. “You’re doing so well, baby, taking that cock all the way to the back of your throat like a good girl. Do you like being my fuck toy? Do you like knowing I’m the only one who will ever make you wet, that because of your sweet pussy you’ll do all kinds of dirty things for me?”
I nod, trying to tell him yes, but he holds my head down against his pelvis. My hand snakes down to my pussy, and I rub my clit.
“That’s it, baby. Rub that pussy. Let it get some relief. I will reward you for being such a good little girl for me.” He pulls my head all the way down on his dick before releasing me. Saliva falls from my mouth. “Spit on your tits and cunt.”
The act is degrading, but it’s also incredibly hot. I used to wonder why I liked acts of sex like this, why this was the only way I would get aroused. But now, as I am basking in it with Enzo, I don’t care about the whys, only the fact that I’m euphoric. As soon as I’ve covered my breasts with spit, Enzo mercilessly shoves his cock back into my mouth and I groan.
“I’m gonna shoot in your dirty little mouth, and you’re gonna swallow every drop, like a good girl.” Enzo doesn’t wait for my answer. He fucks my face, his cock hitting the back of my throat. My gagging sounds seem to make him harder. I want this feeling to go on forever, and that’s when I taste it, his sweet and salty come.
Enzo groans before pulling out of my mouth. “Open your mouth and show me.”
I sit there on the floor covered in spit, completely vulnerable to this man, and open my mouth, displaying what he wants.
“Good girl. Now swallow.”
Chapter Eight
ENZO
Something is wrong with me. I think the woman I care about more than anything sitting on the floor showing me my come in her mouth is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The need to break her down is so strong, but not to hurt her… To build her up. To show her she belongs to me, that she’s safe with me.
I cradle her in my arms, a sense of peace falling over me. My mind has raged for most of my life. One reason I like to kill people is it gives me a sense of control, reminding me that no one can harm me again like they had in the past. Nothing but murder and mayhem has done that before. Reese changed that. Now all I need is Reese in my arms. She’s saved me. Now I need to tell her some hard truths about my plans, and the fear of her walking out plays on a loop in my brain.