I mean, the man had killed a handful of Sons to protect me.
He had been shot so I could run.
My body was panting for him like he was water and I’d been stuck in the desert for weeks.
Geesh, why do I want this man all the damn time?
I swung one leg over his hips, careful of the bandage along his ribs, and climbed onto his lap.
“Careful,” he grunted, settling his hands on my waist to anchor me in place, as if worried I might change my mind and slide off him. “The doctor said I should avoid all sudden movements.”
“I think what I’m about to do involves a lot ofsuddenmovements.” I brushed my lips to his and rolled my hips. “You’re the one who started this, mister.”
Even sitting on him, I tried to keep most of my weight off his injured side.
“That may be true, and I’ll never be sorry for wanting to touch you and fuck you,” he admitted, tugging me closer to keep sliding my core against his hard cock through our clothes.
His gaze dropped to my mouth, and as he kissed me, his eyes lifted to meet mine.
A groan left him as I swiveled my hips. He held my face and kissed me hard, catching my bottom lip with his teeth and biting into it.
“Take this shirt off,” he muttered against my lips, tugging on the hem of his tee that I was wearing. “I want to see your tits.”
I pulled the shirt over my head and tossed it aside.
He leaned forward with a brief wince, then cupped them in his hands. He squeezed them and pinched my nipples before drawing one in his mouth.
“Now, the panties,” he demanded in a rough voice.
I carefully shifted to drag my panties down my legs while he pushed his boxer briefs down. His massive cock sprang out. I rubbed my legs together, so ready to feel him inside me.
Enzo had definitely turned me into a sex fiend.
I was a big fan of his cock and what he did when it was inside me.
“Don’t slow down, Blair,” he said with a tortured groan as I eyed his cock. “I need to feel your pussy against my cock right damn now.” He groaned again, stroking himself once.
To further fuck with him, I took the head of his cock inside my mouth, sucking on the tip and parting the slit with my tongue. His body jerked forward, his legs straightening.
“That’ll do as well, baby.” He pumped his hips forward to feed me more of his cock.
I did one, two, three deep-throats before drawing his cock out of my mouth and straddling him again. Reaching down, hesank two fingers into my pussy before I slid myself all the way down.
I squeezed my eyes shut, moaning at the pleasure.
“So soaked for me,” he said around another groan. “Always so wet for me, baby. I can’t wait to spell my name with my tongue in this pussy, like I promised, as soon as I feel better.”
“As your Fawn, I think I’m supposed to be wet for you,” I said around a breathy moan.
His hand left the space between my legs, and I rocked against him, spreading my wetness along the length of his hard cock.
“Please bury my cock inside your pussy before I die,” he said, out of patience, and rotated his hips, as if trying to get his cock in that way. His hands went to my waist again as he started to lift me. “I’ll pop as many fucking stitches as I need to hold you down and fuck you hard if you don’t start riding me in the next five seconds, Blair.”
Not wanting to push an injured man too far, I lifted myself before slowly settling back down onto his cock.
When he fully filled me, a soft groan escaped both of us.
I started riding him slow, taking my time, and our eyes met. Our blinking was limited, as if neither of us wanted to look away.
