Chapter 39
Enzo takes my hand and pulls me from the chaise, not bothering to grab our glasses from the small end table before pulling me across the terrace. His palm not leaving the small of my back, he ushers me up to our room at the far end of the hall.
Enzo leads me into the room, and the door closes with a soft click the second he has me inside.
Wasting no time, he pulls my loose maxi dress over my head and drops it to the floor.
“Tell me, princess…” He presses his lips to my neck and walks me backward toward the bed.
Rubbing his hand over my panties, he asks, “Did you ever play with this pretty pussy of mine before you had Daddy to take care of it for you? ”
“Yes,” I choke, his question catching me off-guard as the back of my thighs bump against the mattress.
“Show me,” he gravelly demands in my ear, gently pushing me onto the mattress. Hooking his fingers under the thin fabric of my panties, he takes his time pulling them down my legs and over my feet before letting them fall to the floor.
Enzo grabs one of the two reading chairs from near the window and places it at the edge of the bed, directly in front of me.
Upon taking a seat in it, his hand slides down my left leg.
He lifts it from the floor and places my foot on the cushion beside his thigh.
Repeating the motion with my right, he splays me wide before him, granting him an unfettered view between my thighs.
His thumb dragging over his lower lip, he growls, “Show Daddy how you play with your pussy.”
I swallow hard at his instruction. Lifting my fingers to my lips, I drag my tongue over them to coat them with saliva.
Enzo watches intently as I reach between my thighs and run the saliva-coated tips through the lips of my pussy.
I rub my fingertips from my clit to my entrance, repeatedly sliding them over the soft pink skin as it coats them with my arousal.
Growing slick with need, I drag them in circles around my clit—my hips swirling to meet my own touch.
“Fuck…” Enzo moans, heavy breaths blowing from him as he watches me, his eyes flicking between my face and industrious fingers as though he can’t decide which to watch.
His eyes not leaving me, he undoes his pants and works them just far enough down his thighs to free his rigid cock.
He wraps his fingers around his shaft and lightly fists himself .
His enjoyment only fuels my need, and I press two fingers inside me to the knuckle. I thrust them vigorously, desperately wishing it was Enzo inside me—needing the fullness of him. “You’re so fucking close, aren’t you?” he groans, knowing my body so well.
After pulling my arousal-coated fingers from me, I rub them vigorously over my clit and pant, “Yes, Daddy… so close…” My demanding touch is too much, and it quickly throws me over the edge.
My release spills from me in a breathy groan, my thighs squeezing around my hand as I grind against the fingers pressed against my pussy.
Enzo grabs my hand, pulling me from the bed and onto his lap. With both hands now my ass, he lifts me high enough to press his cock to my entrance. “Now, be a good girl”—he drags me over him, filling me perfectly—“and show me how you fuck Daddy’s big, hard cock.”
My hands resting on his chest and my eyes locked on his, I grind over him.
Every swirl of my hips draws groans and whimpers from us both, and he roughly palms my ass.
The firm touch is a silent demand to ride him harder.
I pick up my pace until I’m rocking over his length so energetically that I find myself becoming breathless.
Sloppily kissing over my heaving breasts, he sucks one of my nipples and rolls the other between his fingers, and the added pleasurable sensation does me in.
My head lolling, I cry out my release as it fires through every nerve in my body.
Enzo lifts us from the chair before dropping us onto the mattress.
He barely misses a thrust as he adjusts between my spread thighs.
He claims my mouth while taking me with fast, deep strokes—each leaving him grunting.
And I love the raw savageness of it. I come explosively hard, clawing at his back as he plunders my mouth and swallows my screams.
Breaking our kiss, he stares down at me. “My sweet little princess”—he heavily exhales, drawing back his hips and slamming into me—“loves being fucked like Daddy’s little whore.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I barely muster as he quickly ramps up his thrusts to a punishing pace again. “I love how you fuck me.”
Gripping my inner thighs, Enzo pushes my legs wider. “I need to be deeper,” he grits, driving the entirety of himself into me. “I want to fill every last inch of this perfect fucking hole. Spend the night pumping you so full of cum that it spills from you with every thrust.”
“Please…” With my back arching from the bed and my hips rising to meet his, I beg, “I love the feel of your babies in me.”
“Oh… fuck… princess…” Enzo pants, fisting the sheets so hard as he comes that they pop free of the mattress.
His rigid length twitches inside me, pumping his release into me.
Buried to the hilt, he tenderly kisses my lips and takes my mouth again as he slowly softens inside me.
But he doesn’t pull out. Instead, he flexes his hips, ensuring his flaccid length doesn’t fall from me.
“I’m going to stay right here,” he softly insists, his lips lightly traveling along the length of my neck. “My cock warming inside you until I grow hard again. So I can take you slow and tenderly, worshipping my perfect girl the way she deserves. Treating you like the princess you are. ”
My hand dusts along the side of his face, and I whisper, “I love you.”
“I love you, princess. It’s in my blood—like every part of me was made to hold you, care for you, and worship you. You’re mine… My everything.”