Chapter 21 #2
“Pull it out.” I loosen the belt from around her, and she quickly works my pants, dragging the zipper down, shoving the slacks and boxers past my thighs and onto the floor.
My cock springs free, and her hands immediately surround it, her silky palms stroking my length from root to tip, tongue swiping around the crown.
“Fucking hell. Nothing and no one has ever felt this good.” I yank both ends of the belt, my cock cramming down her throat with a gag and a moan.
“Yeah, that’s good, baby. Swallow that shit. ”
I thrust my hips roughly, ramming further down her throat, her eyes watering, her hand grasping my balls, massaging as her moans vibrate down the length of me, spearing me with her tantalizing gaze.
“Shit, baby,” I hiss, my head shooting back, eyes drifting closed as an ache builds up my spine, my balls tightening.
I drop the belt, spiraling my fingers through her hair, holding her against me, wildly fucking her mouth, the need to spill into it unquenched. “You’re gonna take every damn drop into your pretty throat.”
My hips drive faster. The sensation from those sexy whimpers, the way she feeds my ravenous appetite with those eyes, turns my vision hazy and I crash, hot spurts shooting out.
“Yes, fuuuck,” I growl, clutching her hair even tighter as my cock pulses, spilling into her throat.
I twitch against her tongue, giving her all of me, in every damn sense of the word. I tug her up to me once I’m done, capturing her lips, kissing her with a frenzy as I edge her backward to the bed.
My cock stiffens again, hungry for her as my hand lands in between her thighs, finding her even wetter than before. Knowing how badly she wants me has me needing to finally fill her pussy. I’ve waited too damn long for this.
Her legs hit the edge of the bed and I pull back, my hand greedily gripping her jaw. “I can’t be gentle right now. If it’s something you can’t do, just tell me and I’ll stop.”
She shakes her head with determination, her hand clasping the back of my neck. “Fuck me, Enzo,” she whispers, her lips falling to mine, feathering over them as she continues to speak. “I want you to show me how good it can be.”
With a groan, I take her lips with a hard kiss, unable to hold on to my self-control anymore, my tongue slipping inside her mouth, right before I flip her around and throw her down onto the bed.
Her cheek hits the comforter, my body falling over hers, pinning her to the bed, my hand slipping between us, finding her wet center.
I thrust three fingers inside her, fucking her so good, she can’t catch her breath.
“Yeah, that’s a good little pussy. Gonna come on my hand before you get my cock.” She writhes beneath me, captured, imprisoned by our all-consuming intensity—this love and devotion I never want to be rid of.
With a twist of my fingers, I let her have it all—every rough beat until she fastens around me.
Soaring.
“Oh, fu-fuck, yes, oh my God, I’m coming.” Her walls ripple around me, her release hitting her in wave after wave, pulling me inside her.
I drag my soaked fingers out, drawing up the dress past her ass, not giving her a second to recover, fisting my cock and lining it at her entrance, before sinking inside with a single thrust.
“Yes, more,” she cries, my hips driving into her, my hand clasping around the front of her throat, fingers dipping into that soft flesh as she lets out a loud cry.
Sex has never felt this goddamn good. Not with anyone. Being with her is on a whole other level. And even before tonight, I knew it’d be this way.
I slip out, clasping her hips as I stand, hauling her up in the air, lowering her back onto my cock as I grip my hands around her ass.
“Yeah, that’s it, bounce on that cock,” I grit hoarsely as she begs me to give it to her faster.
Her fingers cling to my shoulders for support, her brows bending, her mouth round. Our eyes connect, caught in wild pleasure, in that magnetic force between us.
“Fuck, Joelle. I love you,” I say, growling low, my hard-on spearing her so fully, all she can respond with are her broken moans, her thighs quivering, her cunt throbbing around me.
Without separating, I place her down onto the soft rug beneath our feet, my length slipping out of her, replaced by my fingers, fucking her so hard, her eyes roll back.
“Oh God, Enzo, I’m…yes!” she screams, spilling over my hand like a damn fountain.
“Good girl. That’s it.” I rub my palm all over her clit, slapping it once as she screams. “Just like that.” I thrust my cock back into her as she continues to quiver with the last few drops of her orgasm. “You’re perfect.”
Lifting her legs, I pin them around the sides of her face. Pounding into her in this new position has her gasping as I impale her with roughened strokes, another release clawing through her. I can feel it around me as she tightens.
“Come for me, baby.” I pummel her harder, rolling my cock with every thrust, my own release creeping. “You’re mine.” I nip her lower lip with my teeth. “Your pussy is mine. I can’t wait to fill it.”
With another drive of my hips, she falls apart and I join her, spilling into her warmth, falling beside her as our bodies finally still, our breathing rapid as I spoon her close, her fingers sliding between mine.
“That was—wow.” She sighs, trying to catch her breath.
My chest is heavy from the firing of my inhales. “It was.”
She clenches my hand against her stomach. “We should probably talk about the condom situation.”
“Shit, I’m sorry, baby. I always use one, but with you, fuck, I forgot.”
She pivots my way, facing me. “I just want you to know, um…” Her gaze diverts away this time, like she’s too nervous to say whatever it is.
“What is it?” My knuckles trace the contour of her jaw. “Don’t be shy with me.”
“I’m more embarrassed than shy.” She rests for a second before she huffs out an exhale. “The men, they always used condoms. I needed you to know that. It was a rule at the club, like the pill they shoved down our throats so we don’t get pregnant.”
“I believe you.” I press my mouth to her lips. “If you’re more comfortable, I can wear a condom.”
“Maybe I can get the pill instead?” She scrunches her nose in the most adorable way.
“Fuck yeah,” I smirk. “I mean, yeah, whatever you want, baby.”
She giggles, swatting me on the chest. I claim her lips, kissing her slow, imagining the world we could build together once we destroy the one standing in our way.