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As he withdraws, I grab his hair, pulling him up as my other hand comes around his hard, hot cock.

"Fuck me, Sir."

I'm still rolling from the orgasm when he brings his mouth down hard on mine and plunges that cock into me, balls deep.

It sets me off again, and I spasm on his cock.

But he's relentless in drawing hidden depths from me.

Enzo fucks me hard, deep, and every time his cock hits home, I moan and whimper.

He bites my throat.

It's a steady rhythm of a fuck, and it goes on, building and building, until I'm not sure I can take more. But he shows me I can. Of course, I can.

He's a marvel, a decadent, impossibly demanding man who wants and gets everything from me. And I'm willing to give him each and every one of my orgasms.

It might be ten minutes, it might be two hours, we're both slick with sweat, lost in each other.

The intensity of the intimacy is bone-deep and naked, but he looks at me.

"You're going to cum."

And he fucks me harder, not changing the beat.

He reaches between us, twists my clit in a way that makes me cry out with need.

It's too much. The building up of everything suddenly explodes, and as he unleashes into me, thrusting in wild abandon, the hotness of his cum filling me, I come, too.

This time, it's body and soul deep. And I'm lost in it, coming and coming until finally, it ebbs.

Shattered, I lay there. And he's still on top.

Enzo's mouth finds mine, and I kiss him back.

Slowly, he pulls out and rolls off me, gathering me to him.

And I'm inexplicably jealous of every girl he's ever touched, fucked, or kissed.

It's momentary, but the overwhelming thought is simple and complex.

Mine.

He's mine.

I close my eyes, the jealousy dissipating, leaving me with nothing more than a float in my bones and satiation in my blood.

I smile against him, more relaxed, happier than I've been in days.

It's like a massive step forward for us, and for the first time in a long time, I truly believe we will be okay.

Enzo nuzzles at my neck. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"You being you. And for this chance. I won't blow it. I swear."

Chapter Twenty-Six