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)
The voice telling me this is wrong has shut up. Even it is not immune to Enzo.
He rubs his hand over my red ass, kneading the warm skin and appreciating his handy work. “You’re halfway through, beautiful. Look at you, taking your punishment like such a good girl,” he practically purrs out his praise. His words aid in my arousal and relax me further into his touch.
The sting is still there with the next slap, but it is hidden under layers of pleasure. Fresh waves of arousal rush through my system, but the endorphins make me feel like I’m floating.
I haven’t been keeping track of the spankings. They feel like they end too soon. Enzo lays back on the bed and pulls me up with him. “You did so well. And you got so fucking wet for me. I think you left a stain on my pants from the way you were dripping,” he murmurs in my ear.
Instead of saying anything to him, I nuzzle my head into his chest. He’s warm and comfortable, and when he pulls away from me, I whimper and reach out for him.
I blame the endorphins.
“Don’t worry, I'm coming back to bed. I just need to take care of you first,” he tells me, lightly kissing my temple. He grabs lotion off his nightstand and rubs it into my skin. It both stings and soothes. I sigh and nuzzle into the pillow, allowing him to take care of me. With how wet I am, I’d think I’d be more frustrated at the fact he hasn’t made me cum. I’m happy basking in the soft glow of pleasure that has settled over me.
Enzo isn’t. After working the lotion into my skin, I feel the solid warmth of his tongue press against my clit. My shocked gasp quickly turns into a moan as he cleans up the liquid accumulating between my thighs.
“Oh,” I gasp out as he nips at clit before soothing the sting with his tongue. I’m still on my stomach, and when I look back, I can just see his dark hair peeking out while he buries his face into me. He works his mouth and fingers in unison, crooking his fingers to stroke my inner walls and teasing my clit with his tongue and teeth.
He pops up to look at me, his fingers still working inside of me, while he gives me a devilish grin. His lips are coated in, well, me and his eyes spark with mischief. “Talk to me, baby girl. I fucking love your voice, and it’s even better when you’re all fucked out,” he tells me before moving his mouth back to my pussy.
His request is enough to make me freeze. He notices my lack of movement almost immediately, probably because I’m no longer attempting to smother him to get his tongue deeper inside me.
In one swift movement, he grabs my hips and flips me over on the bed. He rests his arms on my thighs and his gaze bores into me. “What happened there?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mutter, impatiently shifting on the bed and trying to beg him with my eyes to resume what he was doing. I don’t know if he’ll be able to make me orgasm with his mouth, my orgasms are finicky things, but it feels good. So good. And I don’t want to waste time talking about my sexual hang-ups. There are better things to do with his mouth.
“If you don’t talk, we stop. I’m not in the habit of doing anything unwanted, at least in the bedroom.”
“It’s not that. Please don’t stop. Please keep going,” I beg him, panic seizing me that this will be over before I’m ready. He hums his satisfaction before pressing his tongue against me and giving me a solid lick.
“Oh yes, yes, just like that, please.” The words slip out of my mouth before I can stop them, and Enzo rewards me with another long lick.
“You keep talking, I keep eating. You stop, I stop. Now tell me, why did you get tense there?” His breath brushes over me. The warm air is a promise for more.
True to his word, he doesn’t keep going while I try to search for the words. A lie, the truth, I don’t know and I don’t care. “I don’t think I’ll be any good at sexy talk,” I admit to him as he returns to devouring me like I’m his favorite meal. “It’s not something I’ve practiced.”
The words come out in pants and are frequently interrupted by moans. Enzo eats me out like a man starved. He buries his face in me, flicking his tongue across my clit. He spears his tongue inside of me, curling it to hit to most sensitive spots I’ve never been able to find myself. His nose bumps against my clit as his tongue is deep inside, causing bubbles of pleasure to go up my spine.