“Goddamn it, Zoey. I need that perfect mouth on me.” He put a strong hand on my shoulder and gripped, pushing me until my knees met rough tile. He grabbed my hair in a fist. “But if you bite me, so help me God...” He tapped my forehead with the barrel. “Do you understand?”
I nodded.
“Tell me you understand.”
“I won’t bite you.”
With his hand still wrestling within a ball of my hair,he pulled my face toward his cock. Heat radiated off his skin, and the scents of cologne and a sweet, pleasant sweat mingled. I reached up and wrapped my fingers around him. He took up my whole hand. His skin was warm, and the head of his cock glistened with his own pre-cum. Enzo grew impatient and shoved himself into my mouth. My conscience got to me the moment he was on top of my tongue, and I gagged as the hard flesh moved within my mouth. He tasted incredible, but it only veiled the man beneath it.
Evil.
Sadistic.
Fucking beautiful.
Damn it.
The moment I gagged, he pulled my mouth away and smacked my cheek. He ran his finger along my lips, wiping at the saliva that had dripped down my chin. “Can we not handle it? You hardly had me in your mouth.” He rubbed my lower lip. “I think I’ll go make a quick call,” he said with an evil grin.
“I can handle that just fine,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Then handle it.”
I rolled my eyes before taking him into my mouth again. I used my hand to compensate for the length I couldn’t take. My hand swirled rhythmically as it moved in sync with my mouth, but that wasn’t what he wanted. He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away so he could jam himself further into me. I felt him at the back of my throat as he thrust against my face, growling as he fucked my mouth. I gagged and my eyes welled withtears, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he held himself in place until my throat stopped spasming. He pulled out of my mouth, a string of saliva swaying between him and my lips. He smacked my cheek again, making me bite my lip.
“There’s no way I’m going to spill my load down your throat. I want it dripping out of your pussy.”
I swallowed hard. Part of me was afraid and the other part was...intrigued? Enzo unbuttoned his shirt, letting the silk fall off his shoulders and pool at his feet. He kicked it away. The muscles of his abdomen flexed beneath the tight ribbed sleeveless shirt. Ink covered his arms, and I couldn’t take my eyes away from an intricate image of a tipped cross with beads hanging from it like a noose.
With a quick motion, Enzo turned me around and pinned me against the cold glass. My breasts pressed against the window. He reached over and grabbed my chin, forcing my face toward the picturesque view outside. “Look,” he said with a sultry tone.
I did as he commanded and saw a man in a suit leaning against a pillar at the bottom of a staircase. A cigarette dangled from his relaxed hand, abandoned as his eyes locked on my body.
“Is he just going to watch us?” I asked with a tremble in my tone.
“I hope so. I want him to watch me fuck you,” Enzo said as he dragged his hand down my arched back while the other hand popped up my hips.
He rubbed himself between my legs, pressing his heat against me before grabbing my hips and surging inside me. I gasped as he filled me. No amount ofmy own lubrication could have prepared me for his size. With a forceful thrust of his hips, he pushed himself deeper. I could feel him at the very depths of me, pressing until he couldn’t get even a centimeter further. The pain came in waves as he pulled far enough away to come back with a harder slam of his hips. My breasts rubbed against the smooth glass, and the man outside adjusted the front of his pants. I looked away as Enzo pinned me harder, pressing my face against the window. I held back moans despite the intensity. It felt like he was ripping me in two, as he promised he would. The skin between my legs heated up as it begged for a break from the rhythmic, strong thrusts. I bit my lip harder to keep moans at bay as the sound of skin slapping against skin became almost melodic.
“Don’t you dare come,” he commanded against my ear.
“I won’t,” I hissed, though I worried he’d make a liar out of me.
An overwhelming feeling of being full engulfed me, and I reached my hand back and put it on his hip. “Time out,” I said as he stopped.
He throbbed and felt even bigger just resting inside me. He pulled out, his cock dripping with my excitement. “You have one minute.” He smirked. “About the time it takes you to get your ass up on one of those tables over there so I can really show you what pain is.”
With shaky breaths, I walked to one of the metal tables and pulled myself onto it. The feel of the cold metal beneath my ass caused my skin to prickle. Enzo took his time walking over to me, giving a moment for thethrobbing inside me to calm before I took him again. He leaned over and spit on my pussy, and the warm rush of saliva made me jolt. He palmed me as he smeared his spit between my legs. It made me feel like a whore. His whore.
Enzo grabbed the base of his cock, giving it a few long strokes as he stared at me with a hunger my body mimicked. He rubbed himself against me before surging inside my pussy once more. I looked down at him, filling me and spreading me almost to my limits. My back arched with the contrasting feelings of pleasure and pain, and I lay back on the table. He hooked his hands around my thighs and tugged me toward the edge, grinding his hips into me, rubbing against my swollen, sensitive clit. I rocked my hips against him.
“I told you, you can’t come,” he growled, firmly grasping my hips and immobilizing my movement.
Selfish prick.
I released a frustrated moan as his rhythm increased in tempo and intensity. By now, the pain pretty much stopped existing as a separate entity from the pleasure swirling within me.
He leaned over me, driving me into the table. “I can tell you’re going to come,” he said with a frustrated furrow of his brows.
