I smacked her ass. “Ride me harder.”
She rode me harder.
Another ass smack.
“Fuck me faster.”
She fucked me faster.
One more.
“Come all over my cock.”
She lifted her hips, impaling herself on my cock like she owned it. And fucking hell, she did.
At that moment, I knew I had to make it official—Blair would never fuck another man like this. Heat stormed my veins as I thought about another motherfucker touching her.
About another man gettingthis, something so fucking precious.
I’d never felt lucky when fucking someone until her.
Never felt like I was getting something cherished that I needed to hold on to.
And I was royally fucked, especially if she didn’t have the right answers to my questions.
But then my thoughts blurred as Blair fell apart on my cock.
Forty
Blair
As my orgasmrocked through me, my body shook before going limp, and I collapsed on Enzo like dead weight.
Enzo lifted me off him, flipped me onto my back, and climbed over me. Within seconds, he was moving inside me again, his hands gripping the backs of my thighs as he drove into me.
The intensity didn’t last long.
His body tensed, and he came apart. I watched his face, loving how it squeezed together before long breaths sputtered out of him in uneven bursts.
His weight settled over me as we struggled to catch our breath.
When he finally pulled out of me, it was slow, and I squeezed my eyes shut, a deep ache spreading through me at the sudden emptiness.
I rolled off the mattress, the sheet in tow, and went to the bathroom.
Enzo followed me. He grabbed a towel from the hook beside the shower, pulling it snugly around me, and squeezed it tight.
I held it there while he opened the linen closet, grabbed another towel, and tied it around his waist.
“Blair,” he said, his voice thick as he pressed the heels of hishands against his eyes, “did you play any part in the assassination attempts against my father or the president?”
I snorted, and a frown creased his brow.
“You thinkIshot them?” I finished toweling off the last drops of water and reached for the vanity to get the clothes I’d taken from his closet.
“It’s obviousyoudidn’t shoot them.”
I couldn’t get dressed fast enough. The second his sweats were snug around my waist, I grabbed the shirt and threw it on as I walked out of the bathroom.
