Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Enzo watches me and chuckles, his gaze dark and steady, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips. “Such a needy, naughty little princess,” he muses and drops his eyes pointedly to where we’re pressed together. “You need my cock?”
I nod, lashes fluttering. I love it when he speaks to me like this, like I’m a prey caught in his trap, something he wants to take care of and play with all at once. I feel like his, and it’s addictive.
“Put it inside you,” he instructs, raising a brow as though impatient.
I want to please him as much as I want him, and my cheeks burn when I reach between us to grip his length and find it soaked with my wetness. He grunts when I touch him, a crack in his control, and it sends a thrill through me. How many of those noises can I earn?
I suddenly need to find out, need to gorge myself on him, need to watch him fall apart for me the way I do for him. We’ve had sex before, but something about this feels different, more intimate despite the roles we play in bed.
I lift my hips and guide the head of his cock to my center, slowly lowering myself down. His jaw ticks as I take him, and his pupils widen, nearly eclipsing the blue. I pant as I fill myself with him until I’m once again sitting on him, joined completely.
“So big,” I moan, adjusting to the feel of him. In this position, he hits so deep inside me that I struggle to breathe through the sheer pleasure spiraling through me. My hips rock, my body seeking more, chasing that bliss I know he can give me.
“That’s it, baby, fuck yourself on me,” Enzo encourages, his hands sliding up my thighs, holding me without helping me move. “Play with those perfect tits.”
My hands obediently slide up my body to cup my breasts, heavy and sensitive. A gasp leaves me when my fingers run over my nipples, adding more sensation. Enzo’s smug, lust-filled expression is utterly addictive.
“Need…more,” I pant and try to find a rhythm with my hips. I bounce on top of him, taking him deep again and again, but no matter what I do, it’s not enough. I need him to fuck me, need him to drive deep and hard, to claim me with his cock until I’m nothing but a vessel for pleasure.
Enzo’s eyes glint. “Use your words,” he urges, his hands tightening on my thighs. “Tell me exactly what you need. Ask nicely, princess.”
Oh God. I lick my lips, swallowing thickly. “It’s not enough. I can’t do it properly,” I complain, a blush heating me. “Please, I need you to fuck me.”
“That’s right,” Enzo growls possessively and sits up, bringing us face to face. I grab onto his shoulders, steadying myself. “Nobody else can please you right but me. Not even yourself. Tell me how you want it. Slow and soft? Or hard and fast until those pretty green eyes roll back in your head and you scream my name?”
His filthy mouth sends shivers over me, and I feel my inner walls squeeze against his cock, my body proving just how much I love it when he talks dirty to me.
“L-like that,” I beg. “Hard. Deep. Fast. Wreck me, Enzo. Please. Please!”
In the next second, I’m being spun around. I land on my back, and Enzo’s cock slips out of me before his hands are on my thighs again, dragging me across the mattress. I register the new position—my ass at the edge of the mattress, Enzo standing over me, my ankles hooked over his shoulders. He towers over me like this, both protective and dangerous at once, and I swear I’ve never seen anything better in my life.
He doesn’t give me a second to catch my breath, thrusting hard and deep without warning. I cry out, hands scrabbling for a grip on the sheets. Using his grip on my thighs to steady us, Enzo does just as I begged, hitting every blissful space inside me and setting a hard, fast rhythm with his hips.
Bliss overwhelms me. He’s so deep, filling me so much that there’s no room for even a thought in my mind. Nothing exists but him and the way he makes me feel. He handles me with just the right balance of possession and care, somehow managing to make me feel both precious and corrupted at the same time.
It’s so good, and I’m so desperate that it doesn’t take long for my orgasm to slam into me. I scream, body tensing and shaking as I shatter around his cock. He doesn’t stop, instead fucking me harder, so that I’m not sure if my orgasm goes on for ages or if I just keep coming again and again.