Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
He curses as I squeeze around him. The times I’ve explored myself, I haven’t ever gone inside. The few times I have tried have felt awkward and clumsy, so I mostly focus my ministrations on my clit. Enzo has no problem activating the desire from inside me, stroking my walls with the crook of his finger while his thumb plays lazily with my clit. When he goes to slip a second finger in, it takes a little work. My arousal helps to lubricate his penetration. My hand snakes down to grip his hard cock sitting between us, and he lets out a long stream of curse words as I squeeze him through his dress pants.
His tempo falters. When he picks it back up, he goes harder and faster than he did before. I get lost in the pleasure. My back arches into him as my hips chase the good feelings he’s giving me. I have to bite down on his shoulder to keep myself from screaming. The last thing I need is concerned bystanders coming to look for me.
Enzo tenses for a moment at my bite. “Wildcat,” he mutters under his breath. He works on the button and zipper of his pants, pulling out the hard cock I had been feeling earlier.
I won’t pretend to be an expert on cocks. His is the first and only one I have ever encountered outside a few of the more risque paintings of Adam and Eve I studied in art class. Those didn’t do the male form justice. Enzo’s cock is hard and red, with prominent veins decorating it. I want to trace them with my tongue. Pre-cum forms at the top and I lick my lips in curiosity about how it might taste. Enzo groans.
“We don’t have time tonight, tesorino. Next time, I promise.”
He crashes his lips into mine as he guides my hips to be directly above me. When I nod my head, he guides me down.
His fingers had made me feel full. His cock makes me feel stretched.
Enzo whispers sweet words of encouragement, allowing me to drop at my own pace as he fills me. I move slowly, but every inch pulls out unfamiliar noises from me. Whimpers and pleas for more.
“Good girl. Look at you, you’re taking my cock so well. It’s like you were made for it.”
His dirty compliments turn me on in a way I wasn’t expecting. It gives me the extra motivation I need to sink fully down on him, our pelvises flush together as he fills me up completely. I nod my head, asking for more.
“You look so beautiful with my cock in you. I bet you’ll look even better when you cum on it. But this time, you’re going to say my name as you fall apart.”
He guides both of my arms behind my back, securing my wrists with one of my hands. It juts my still-clothed chest out in front of him. He grunts in annoyance, using his free hand to roughly grab at them and tweak my nipples until they’re hard against the fabric. When he’s satisfied, he wraps his hand around my neck and starts fucking me from beneath me.
“Enzo! Oh god, Enzo,” the words fall from my lips like a prayer. Enzo curses and praises in the same breath. The world feels like it comes crashing down on me, my orgasm ripping itself from me with such power my vision goes black.
Enzo comes right after me. He releases my hands and neck to hold my hips still as he fucks himself through his orgasm.
After a moment, Enzo helps me off him. There’s no way anyone is going to see me and not know what happened deeper in the garden. I should find the thought appalling, but with his cum dripping down my thigh, I can’t bring myself to care.
“Beautiful,” Enzo mutters. He continues to give me words of praise in between soft kisses until we can hear a commotion at the reception. With a sigh, he pulls me back towards the party.
“Emma! There you are.”
My father comes rushing towards us, followed by Sal. “I told you that you had nothing to worry about. Enzo took good care of her while you were gone.”
My father forces a smile at Sal while my cheeks turn red. The pleased smile on Enzo’s face tells me he doesn’t mind the assessment his father has made.
“It was a lovely wedding, Sal. I think I better be getting Emma home, though,” my father says, giving the man a hug and shaking Enzo’s hand. The tight smile never leaves his lips, never relaxed into something genuine.
“It was nice to meet you, Emma,” Enzo says. My name feels like a dirt word coming from his lips. I’m too embarrassed to say anything back so I just smile at him.