Page 76 of Tailored for You

“Again,” he growled, his hips pounding into me at a brutal pace. Each time he pulled out, his piercing rubbed my clit, sending shockwaves through me. “I want to see you come again.”

It was an order I was all too willing to follow. I wanted to see him on top of me, owning my body. A picture of masculine perfection.

“Mine,” I said, the word spilling out of me.

I sent a vicious grin and bit my bottom lip. “Yours.”

He leaned back, lifted my hips up, and pulled out, rubbing the tip of his cock and Prince Albert against me. “Press your hands against the headboard.”

Greedily, I did, stretching myself and arching my back.

“Cazzo, I can’t wait to fill you up. With my cum,” he slid into me in one hard pound, “with my babies.” Another pound of his hips sent shockwaves through me, my hands pushing back against the headboard. I didn’t move, just took what he gave me.

“For the rest of our lives. All yours.” He didn’t stop this time, just kept pounding his hips into me.

Each declaration spurred me on. Made me want this for the rest of my life.

I had never had this much passion for someone—I knew I needed this forever, or it might break me.

Enzo kept his punishing pace, and I curled my legs around his hips, arching my back, my body begging for what I couldn’t say.

His hips stuttered, Italian spilling from his mouth, and he bent, biting my nipple, and throwing me over the precipice. The wave of euphoria washed over me, blurring my vision and taking over my body.

I barely noticed him pulling out of me, his cock glistening my release, hands wrapping around himself as he pumped.

His cock jerked, cum spurting out in long ropes onto my chest.

I stared down at his release covering my chest and stomach. For some reason, I was almost disappointed that none of it was in me, sealing the promises he made.

Yet it was infinitely hotter, seeing it on me.

Enzo fell to this side, propping himself onto his forearm as he stared at me.

“A mess,” he said, reaching out and rubbing some of his cum into my stomach. “A perfect, pretty mess I’ve made you.”

I turned my head to him, closing my eyes. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t talk. My body was too tired and sated from the power of the orgasms Enzo had given me.

I didn’t open my eyes when the bed dipped, and Enzo’s warm body disappeared. I barely flinched in surprise as he cleaned me with a wet cloth.

He was taking care of me. A bolt of emotion I wasn’t familiar with hit me.

Tears pricked my eyes, and I squeezed them shut.

This was so embarrassing.

“Hey.” Enzo pulled me across his body until I was using him like a bed.

“Sorry, I don’t know why this is happening,” I said as a tear leaked out of the corner of my eye.

“I got you.” Enzo rubbed my back, and my swirl of emotions calmed. “I know. I felt it too,” he said into my hair as he helped me calm down.

It took me a few minutes. As always, Enzo was patient, silently stroking my back until the world felt steady again.

“I don’t know why that happened,” I said, trying to wrestle with emotions I didn’t understand.

“It can happen, I’ve heard. There’s nothing to be worried about.” Enzo kissed the top of my head. “Sleep, amuri mio. We’ll do it all again in the morning.”

Lying on Enzo, I closed my eyes and let the rhythm of his heart sing me to sleep.