“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” he asked as he situated himself and filled me back up with one thrust.
His thrusts were faster.
Harder.
His grunts louder.
And moans longer.
With each stroke, my elbows became softer, until they fell flat and he was holding me up.
“Such a perfect ass,” he muttered, smacking my ass once more. “The best view in the goddamn world.”
Needing to see him, hearing how close he was, I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder.
I froze when I saw his phone in his hand, aimed at where our bodies met.
“Enzo!” I shrieked. “What the?—”
My words died when his other hand clamped onto my hip and he drove into me harder.
“Don’t say a word,” he hissed. “Or I’ll pull my cock out right now and kick you out of this room and withhold an orgasm for a goddamn month. I’ll make you sit in that hallway while your pussy fucking craves for this cock to fuck it.”
I shut my eyes, dropping my head forward, and met him thrust for thrust.
Later.
I’ll make him delete that later.
The fire lighting inside me burned out any rational thoughts.
“That’s right. You let me do whatever I want with this body, don’t you, Blair?” he asked, his voice now hoarse. “I knew this cunt would be perfection.”
He kept fucking me, and I was beginning to think he had an unheard-of stamina when he flipped me over.
“Fuck it,” he said again, as if those were his words anytime he broke his rules. “I need this.”
I was flat on my back again with him inside me. He slung my thighs over his shoulders and fucked me hard.
I held his gaze as I moved with him.
His hair was slicked with sweat.
Beads of it dripped down his sleek chest.
Another orgasm stirred inside me, and when he hitthat spot, it bloomed. It kept going and going and going and going, to the point that I felt like it was stuck inside my body.
“You’re not coming on my cock again until you swear to give me the answers I want,” he said, licking his bottom lip. He dropped my legs to get into my face and gave my neck another squeeze. “Tell me you’ll give me all of you, Blair.”
“Yes,” I said around a long moan.
I breathed in deep breaths when his hand left my neck. He fell forward, his hands landing on each side of my body, and he thrust inside me.
“That’s right,” he muttered, moving our bodies up the bed with force. “Take that damn cock, Blair, and get fucking used to it.”
My hands dragged across the sheets, so close to his. So close I almost covered them with mine, just to feel that connection.
But I was scared he’d pull away.
