Chapter 7
Flora
Even as the announcement registers in my brain, I feel his dick at my opening, demanding entry. He pushes in the tip first in a stroke that wrenches the air out of my lungs.
He feels bigger than I expected he’d be and stretches out my walls with each new inch he plunges into me.
“Enzooooo,” I groan.
“Yes, baby,” he purrs in my ear.
“You are sooo biiig.” I'm not usually this expressive. But it's practically impossible to shut up while he stuffs me with more and more of his meaty shaft.
Soon, his cock is fully buried inside me. It’s throbbing, an undeniably magnificent stake of ownership easily towering above all the others I've ever had.
Still bearing me in his hands, he begins to slowly bounce me up and down his dick.
A new wave of sensations blindsides me, and I convulse with the overload of pleasure.
There is no part of my pussy that is hidden from his massive shaft. It hits and brushes against every single inch of it, stimulating sensory spots I didn't know existed in there.
Gradually, the slow ride begins to pick up, and soon that volcano is bubbling with fresh lava. I feel it building up, an immense pressure that threatens to tear me apart in its explosion.
Just when I'm close to the edge, close enough that I teeter senselessly on its precipice, Enzo slows to a stop and puts me down.
My legs are too wobbly to support me, so I sink to the wet floor while mouthing off protestations.
Enzo kneels next to me, laughing. “Shush, baby. Who said I'm done?”
Relief floods me, and a grin spreads across my face before I can even consider it. Now this is how addictions begin. The possibility that I might want him more than this once troubles me only for the briefest moment before I yield to his hands.
He turns me over to my knees and hands and goes behind me. I welcome him eagerly when he enters me from the back. This time, he isn't as gentle or slow. He plunges right in and begins to fuck me hard.
Shock wrings a cry of protest from my lips. I’m terrified and yet exhilarated. He shouldn’t go that fast because of his size. Yet each stroke sends a powerful current coursing through me, blanking every concern out of my mind and swamping it with overpowering sexual gratification.
“You’re… so… fucking… tight, Flora,” Enzo purrs. Each word is punctuated with a hard thrust that throws me forward. It’s only his hold on my hips that keep me in place. “So wet...” he groans.
I open my mouth to reply to him, but an incoherent babble tumbles out. It’s like I’ve lost the ability to put my thoughts into words. That part of my brain has been fried by sizzling currents of pleasure. I can't even recognize the voice as mine.
Enzo pounds me like an electric mortar, powerful and yet fast and steady. It’s the surest recipe for an earth-shattering orgasm. And soon, one begins to build up within me again.
It’s even more powerful this time. I tremble so hard my legs and hands give way. My joints have become too jellified to hold me up, so I sink to the floor, shaking.
Now only Enzo's hands holding my waist in place keeps my ass up. He continues to pound me, fucking me through my orgasm, elongating it.
There's no telling how loudly I cry out or how many tears spill from my eyes. I'm basically a blubbering mess in the grip of a powerful vortex of pleasure. It rips through me with a terrifying intensity that brings me perilously close to oblivion.
My consciousness threatens to slip completely out of my grasp. I can only maintain a tenuous hold on it, like the pegs holding together the crumbling hull of a storm battered ship.
I want Enzo to stop because I'm scared of losing my mind. Yet I want him to continue because I want to see what it's like, to lose it totally.
He continues—but not for long.
Soon, his grip on my waist tightens suddenly, and his thrusting becomes harder, faster, wilder.
He's coming!
“Aaaaargh. Fuck!” He sounds like a wild beast mating, and it excites me.
I want to look back at him, to watch him lose control, to see him in his most vulnerable state, lost in the clutches of pleasure, but the orgasm I thought was finally ebbing starts to build again faster than a rocket hurtling into the sky.
This time it erupts with a geyser, drawing water from my spring and splashing it all over the floor with Enzo's withdrawal.
Now he lets go of me, and I lie on the wet floor, a dripping, shivering mess, incapable of thought or words.
From above, the shower head continues to pour its water on us.