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)
Evangeline gasps, and I feel just how much she wants that when another gush of wetness pools between us. I chuckle, pushing two fingers inside her, shuddering with desire as I feel just how soft and hot she is around me.
“You feel so fucking good clutching at my fingers like that,” I tell her, leaning forward to kiss and nip her frantic pulse point on her throat. “You’ll feel even better around my cock.”
Evangeline’s head falls back against the wall, her back arching, offering herself to me. “Yes.” Her nails scratch at my back. “Fuck me, Enzo. I want everything.”
In one motion, I pick her up by the waist, wrap her legs around my middle, and line my cock up with her center. “Look at me while you take my cock,” I demand, and her eyes snap open, meeting mine. Slowly, I push inside her, making sure she feels every fucking inch as I fill her. She’s so fucking wet, so fucking tight, and pleasure zips up my spine the moment her body wraps around me in welcome.
“Oh God,” she whimpers and takes all of me, her lashes fluttering though she fights to keep her eyes open and hold my stare.
I pull out of her, holding her tight so just the head of my cock is pressed inside her. “Good. Fucking. Girl.” Every word is punctuated with a thrust of my hips. I begin to fuck her in earnest, water splashing as our bodies connect.
In this position, with her being kept upright, braced between my body and the wall, all Evangeline can do is cling to me and take everything I give her. Exactly how I want her.
I cup her ass, holding her tight to me, angled so that when I rock my hips against hers, her swollen clit rubs against my pubic bone. Evangeline cries out, leaning forward into my touch to rest her head on my shoulder. Her soft, plush lips press against my skin, and she plants open-mouthed kisses on my shoulder and neck. Her gasps and pants are muffled as she bites down on my shoulder, and I curse, that small shock of pain rocketing my pleasure higher.
“Naughty little princess,” I growl and grip her, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass. “Fuck, your pussy feels like heaven.”
“Enzo, I…I…” Evangeline’s words are cut off by a loud, broken moan that fills the air like the steam rising around us.
Her inner walls ripple and pulse, gripping me like a fucking vise, her orgasm triggering my own. I curse again, shoving myself as deep as I can go while I come, filling her just like I promised I would.
“I think I died,” my princess murmurs drunkenly against me while we breathe heavily, still as close as two people can be. “I didn’t know it could feel that good.”
I chuckle at the compliment, wrapping my arms around her to hold her softly against me. “You’re fucking perfect,” I praise her, kissing her as she tilts her head back to look up at me. “So perfect for me. All mine, princess. Every inch of you.”
She nods, eyes half-lidded with pleasure-induced sleepiness. It’s so fucking cute that it steals my breath away, and I know I’m totally fucking gone for this girl.
I pull out of her and grin when our combined release drips down her thighs. “Christ, that’s fucking hot,” I mutter, my cock jumping at the sight despite the fact I just came seconds ago.
Evangeline moans in agreement, swaying against me.
“Let me clean you up, princess,” I say, gathering her close once more and grabbing the bottle of body wash. “Gonna look after you, always.”
I lather up the soap and wash her down before starting to shampoo her hair, massaging her scalp as I do.
When we’re both washed, I bundle her up in a fluffy towel and carry her through to the bedroom again. She lets me towel her dry and dress her once more, though I’d much rather keep her naked.
I promise her I’ll be back soon as I tuck her up into bed and tug my own clothes back on before slipping out. I do a quick security check, ensuring the house is locked down for the night. As I pass one of the guest bedrooms, I catch Ben’s murmured voice, like he’s on the phone, but through the door, I can’t make out the words.
Satisfied that we’re as safe as we can be, I slip back into Evangeline’s room. Stripping down to my boxers, I climb into bed beside my girl. She smiles and rolls over, tucking herself into my arms and falling asleep as soon as I’ve got her held close.
4
EVANGELINE
I lean to the right and groan, stretching over my leg to touch my toes, my sore muscles protesting while I stretch them out. The ache in my body has nothing to do with a workout, though, and everything to do with the way Enzo made me see stars last night.