Chapter Twenty-Five #2
Sure, she's his sister, but her asshole father was never present for her in the way he should have been, and so Enzo stepped in. He opened his doors to her.
And she worships him.
A man like that is a good one.
And he is all mine.
God knows if I'm hyper-hormonal or not, but I pull him up by the hair from the conversation with my belly, and he slides his hand down, skimming over my clit and coming to rest high up between my thighs where it's wet and aching.
"It can't hear you."
He bites and licks my neck. "Our child is a genius."
"Zygote, not child, not yet."
"Child."
"You're an idiot."
"And you're gorgeous." He shifts his hand a little, not quite touching my pussy. "I can't believe I'm going to be a father."
"You're going to be an amazing dad. Not only do I know that, but I can see it."
"How?"
I smile. "I was just thinking that—"
"You were thinking, how?" Enzo asks in mock outrage.
I let out a small laugh. "No, silly. I was thinking how good you'll be. After all, I see it in the way you care for Lyndall."
And he beams with a pride that makes me want to break down and weep.
"You're going to be an amazing mother, and I can't wait until I meet him. I'm sure he'll love fishing."
I groan. "You just said you don't know how."
"I'll learn."
"Fishing doesn't make you a man. And it might be a girl." Then I bite my lip. "It's early on in the pregnancy, so—"
"What? Our baby's going to be great. And you will be the hottest fucking mama around."
"Hot? I'll be big and fat."
"Round with our kid."
I raise a brow. "You don't have a pregnancy fetish, do you?"
"No. If you want the truth, I've got a Lola fetish. In the meantime..." He suddenly flips me so I'm on my back and he lies half on me.
I laugh as he kisses me.
But the laughter dies and desire swirls higher. He kisses, licks, and nibbles his way down my body, stopping to suckle on my breasts.
"You're going to change, Lola, grow round with my kid, and I'll fuck the shit out of my dirty, filthy secretary who can't keep her panties on and has to pay the consequences. You can suck my cock, lick it, and I'll fuck you however I want. I can milk you..."
"Enzo..."
He laughs. "That is no way to address your boss."
"I will if he thinks I'm a cow."
"The hottest—"He licks my clit, making me gasp, his fingers stroking my slit. "—sexiest cow ever."
"You're...oh...fuck..."
My words slip from my consciousness, and whatever I was going to say dies as he licks up inside me.
He pushes two fingers into my pussy, curling them as he pumps, and he licks and sucks my clit. I arch from the bed, moaning, my entire being throbbing for him and the layers of pleasure he unveils.
He isn't setting any kind of relentless beat that demands me to come, he's stirring the pot, and I'm shimmering with need, frustration, and golden delight.
But Enzo raises his head once more. "I know you're going to be gorgeous throughout this, after this, like you are now.
And every change is going to be a celebration.
I can't wait, Lola. I want to be there with you to experience it all.
Shit, I'll even feed you ice cream-dipped pickles if that's all you want.
I'll take on diaper duty, feedings. I'll do it all.
And then I'll rule your world in our dirtiest games in the bedroom. "
With that, he goes back down on me.
This time, the beat of his fingers settles in along with the licks and sucking on my clit, he strokes and rubs my G-spot.
Maybe it's because it's been a little while since he's let me come, or maybe it's that this is a new start, a good beginning, but the pleasure rushes up, consuming me until I shatter on the bed, contracting hard.
As he withdraws, I grab his hair, pulling him up as my other hand comes around his hard, hot cock.
"Fuck me, Sir."
I'm still rolling from the orgasm when he brings his mouth down hard on mine and plunges that cock into me, balls deep.
It sets me off again, and I spasm on his cock.
But he's relentless in drawing hidden depths from me.
Enzo fucks me hard, deep, and every time his cock hits home, I moan and whimper.
He bites my throat.
It's a steady rhythm of a fuck, and it goes on, building and building, until I'm not sure I can take more. But he shows me I can. Of course, I can.
He's a marvel, a decadent, impossibly demanding man who wants and gets everything from me. And I'm willing to give him each and every one of my orgasms.
It might be ten minutes, it might be two hours, we're both slick with sweat, lost in each other.
The intensity of the intimacy is bone-deep and naked, but he looks at me.
"You're going to cum."
And he fucks me harder, not changing the beat.
He reaches between us, twists my clit in a way that makes me cry out with need.
It's too much. The building up of everything suddenly explodes, and as he unleashes into me, thrusting in wild abandon, the hotness of his cum filling me, I come, too.
This time, it's body and soul deep. And I'm lost in it, coming and coming until finally, it ebbs.
Shattered, I lay there. And he's still on top.
Enzo's mouth finds mine, and I kiss him back.
Slowly, he pulls out and rolls off me, gathering me to him.
And I'm inexplicably jealous of every girl he's ever touched, fucked, or kissed.
It's momentary, but the overwhelming thought is simple and complex.
Mine.
He's mine.
I close my eyes, the jealousy dissipating, leaving me with nothing more than a float in my bones and satiation in my blood.
I smile against him, more relaxed, happier than I've been in days.
It's like a massive step forward for us, and for the first time in a long time, I truly believe we will be okay.
Enzo nuzzles at my neck. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"You being you. And for this chance. I won't blow it. I swear."