Get up again, and he is right there.
"Do you want all that, Lola? Want me to eat you out, fuck you in every hole?" His mouth is just a breath away from mine. "Do you want to suck my cock?"
"I..."
"Or just talk?"
"I like all the first lot of things." I can't believe that awkward sentence just came out of me, but I'm making soft little sounds like I'm trying not to moan.
"So, you want to kiss me, touch me, fuck me, suck me?"
Somehow, I nod.
“I think that can be arranged…”
Chapter Thirty
ENZO
Oh,fuck me. She is hot and sweet and so goddamn desirable I think I could come right here and now without touching myself or removing my jeans.
The fact she is just a mess of embarrassment, want, and innocence is addictive. Sweet.
She is not innocent in a way that is untouched, but it is something else. Inherent in her.
I feel it when we text.
And when I first blindfolded her.
Slowly, I take her in my arms, lifting her up, and I lick her throat, sucking on her artery there, the blood pounding erratically against my tongue.
Hot.
So fucking hot.
Especially when she moans and offers me more of that sweet flesh.
I want to devour her whole. No, I want to feast, take my time like I'm at a fine dining establishment. One where I can use my hands.
And I have already had her.
Fuck. What if she knows? What if she can tell?—
My thoughts short-circuit as Lola presses her tits against me, wrapping her thighs around my waist and her arms around my neck.
She pulls my hair, fingers tight, as she pulls up my head.
Our mouths meet.
It is an explosion of heat and sex. Passion flares bright as I seek out her tongue, kissing her back with the same force she kisses me.
I'm hard. Fucking pure, hot steel. And I'm aching deep inside, like someone has hooked me to the juice, and I'm glowing and hurting and needing the sweet relief of her mouth, or cunt, or ass.
Anything to bury myself in.
She kisses me with everything she has.
Her vibrations hum in my blood as I stumble back into the wall, pressing her against it.
