Chapter 16
“Fuck, I could fill you right now…” Enzo abruptly slows the speed of his thrusts. “But first, I’m going to spend the night edging myself with your tight little cunt. Fucking you until you’re begging me to stop.”
He palms my breast with one hand and kisses the other, his fingertips and tongue teasing my nipples in tandem as he quickens his long strokes.
His thrusts are rough and relentless, driving us both to the brink.
My whole body tenses, the pleasure at my center ready to explode.
Enzo sucks hard at my nipple, and the increased sensation is my undoing—my release detonates, my muscles twitching and gasping screams flying from my lungs.
While I struggle to breathe from coming so hard, Enzo fucks me through my euphoria, quickly pulling another orgasm from me.
He slams into me—his chest heaving—stilling his hips entirely.
“I love fucking you, princess.” Kissing the words along the length of my neck through his heaving breaths, he lightly thrusts his hips again.
Enzo demands orgasm after orgasm from me as he uses me to edge himself—repeatedly fucking me hard and fast before stilling until he’s ready to do it again.
I fist the silk binding me to the railing, ferociously pulling at it as another blissfully painful release shoots through me.
Slamming into me, Enzo roughly grips my hips and pulls me tight to him.
“Look at you,” he grits, clearly in agony and struggling not to come.
His hand brushes over my face, pushing back my damp, matted hair as he reaches above me and undoes the tie restraining my wrists.
He kisses each of them, placing them each gently beside my head.
“So beautiful. Drenched in sweat from being Daddy’s perfect little fuck toy.
I can’t wait to see how breathtaking you are when you’re dripping with cum. ”
“Please, Daddy,” I implore, with both exhaustion and need, wrapping my heavy arms around his neck.
Enzo circles his hips, eliciting a breathy groan from me.
“You don’t have to beg, princess. I can’t stop thinking about pumping my babies into you.
” With his hands tangled in my knotted hair, he kisses me sloppily and swallows my cries as he drives into me without abandon.
My thighs shake violently against his hips—each thrust dragging against my overstimulated nerves.
“Be a… good girl… and take… all of… Daddy’s cum,” he pants between vigorous thrusts, his face contorting in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him into me as I come—demanding what he’s promised me—and he groans, “Fuuuuuuck.” His rigid cock throbs inside me, twitching as it spurts his warm release into me.
He crumples on top of me, leisurely thrusting through his cum.
Burying himself deep, he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight to him as we lie in silence.
My breathing matches his, and I can feel the racing thud of his heart slowing as his cock grows soft inside me.
A cool breeze blows over the balcony, prickling goosebumps along my sweaty skin and causing me to shiver.
“You’re getting cold, princess,” Enzo whispers, with a tinge of concern in his tone.
He sits up and pulls me into him, rubbing over my arms. “Come on. Let’s get you inside so I can take care of you.
” Before I can protest, he scoops me into his arms with ease, as though I weigh nothing.
With my arms slung tightly around his neck, I squeeze a bit too tightly, worried he might drop me.
He tightens his hold and insists, “Relax. I’ve got you. ”
He stares down at me as we cross the room, gently lowering me onto the bed when we reach it.
The satin sheets are cool, and I flinch as they brush against my skin.
Enzo returns to the balcony, quickly extinguishing the candles and pulling the door shut.
I watch him move through the dimly lit room—the moonlight accentuating his breathtaking naked form—as he heads into the bathroom.
When he returns, he kneels beside the bed with a wet cloth in hand.
His expression is soft as he brushes the hair from my face.
“Let me clean you up, princess.” I nod, warmth blossoming across my cheeks even though there isn’t an inch of me he hasn’t seen.
It’s the intimacy of how he meticulously cleans the sweat from my face before tenderly wiping away the cum smeared across my upper thighs.
After quickly cleaning himself as well, he tosses the towel into the hamper. He climbs into bed beside me, and his arm slips around my waist, pulling me into him. His chest presses to my back, and we curl together like two pieces of a puzzle. We lie in silence, my eyelids growing heavy.
“Are you worried about tomorrow?” Enzo mutters against the back of my shoulder.
“Yeah,” I admit, my stomach tightening a little with uncertainty. How do you tell your brother you’re sleeping with his best friend? “A little.”
Enzo exhales slowly, pulling me closer to him. “We’ll tell him when the time is right,” he says softly. “It doesn’t have to be tomorrow.”
I chew on my lip with nerves. “Do you think he’ll be mad?”
He hesitates. “Yes. At first. He’ll get over it, though.”
I sigh heavily and drape my arms over his, which are resting on my chest. “It’s just… I don’t want to lose him… Or you.”
“You won’t. He’ll be mad at me. Not you.” His voice is steady—confident. His lips press to the back of my shoulder, and he promises, “And you definitely aren’t losing me. I’ll do whatever it takes to make him understand that you’re mine. ”
“Maybe don’t use the word ‘mine.’” I laugh softly and kiss his forearm.
“But you are.” He loosens his tight hold and rolls me toward him. Cupping my face, he places a soft kiss against my forehead and another on my nose. His chestnut eyes meet mine, and even in the dim moonlight, I can see the warmth in them. “You are mine.”
“Yours,” I whisper, kissing the underside of his chin and nuzzling my face into his chest.
He lets out a contented sigh, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my back. “You should get some sleep. I know you’re tired.”
“Being Daddy’s fuck toy is exhausting,” I jest, feeling Enzo’s chest vibrate against my face when he laughs.
“But you do it so well.” His fingers dust along my spine as a lazy smile pulls at the corners of his lips. “Like you were made for me.”
“You’re just saying that because you want to sleep with me again,” I tease, with a playful slap on his chest.
“No,” he replies, brushing his thumb along my jaw. “I’m saying that because it’s true.” He doesn’t try to justify his words. He merely holds my gaze , his eyes saying so much that his lips aren’t. “Get some sleep, princess.”
I settle into him again, head tucked under his chin, body curled into his. His hand dusting tenderly over my back, long and slow strokes, lulling me closer to sleep. My ear pressed to his chest, I listen to the solid, strong beat of his heart beneath me and find myself growing slumbersome again.
“I’m glad you’re the one who had to stay with me, Daddy,” I murmur, already half-asleep.
“Me too, princess,” he whispers.