Page 116 of The Masked King

Enzo pretends to check his wristwatch. “We’ve got a couple of hours. How many should we aim for this time?”

Heat floods my face. “Depends on whether your tongue has had a chance to recover yet or not.”

Enzo fists my hair and kisses me deep and slow, his tongue probing my mouth. “Only one way to find out.”

Our lips are still locked when he drags my shirt over my head and unfastens my bra. His fingers find my tender nipples, dragging them into hard peaks before his hot tongue follows through, and I find myself instinctively spreading my legs wide. My panties are damp, my jeans rubbing on my swollen clit, but my pussy is already imagining how hot it will be fucking on every surface of our new apartment.

I barely register his knuckles grazing my belly as he unfastens the waistband of my jeans and pushes them down over my hips. His fingers curl around the lace edge of my panties, and I hear them rip.

“Enzo!”

But my heart races as he kneels at my feet, parts my entrance, and laps my tingling clit with the flat of his tongue. My gaze tracks to the window. This isn’t his penthouse suite where no one can see us fucking in full view. We’re surrounded by other buildings, and… fuck… I’m naked, and I can see other people moving around behind their own windows.

“Do you want me to stop?” His tongue is in and out of me, along with at least two fingers, and last night’s orgasm must’ve been waiting in the shadows for a chance to leap right back out at me and start all over again.

“No!” I gasp. “The windows…” It’s a half-hearted warning, and we both know it.

Enzo is already sucking on my clit. Adrenaline is pumping through my veins, and I don’t give a fuck who sees us because I can’t think about anything else but the feel of his tongue between my legs.

I weave my fingers through his hair, holding his face steady while I grind my hips against his tongue. “I’m going to come.” I can barely form a coherent thought outside of the pleasure rippling through my body and setting every nerve ending alight.

“First orgasm in our new home.” He has somehow mastered the art of talking and licking at the same time because the sensation doesn’t stop, or at least, if it did, my clit didn’t get the memo. “Let it come, baby.”

And I do.

It explodes, making my legs tremble, and my body convulse. I bend double, afraid that I’ll collapse if I don’t cling to him as wave after glorious wave washes through me, sending stars spiraling behind my eyes.

I barely have a chance to draw a steadying breath when Enzo’s hands find my ass and he lifts me up, unbuckling his pants at the same time, and freeing his erection.

I slide down onto him, relishing the stretch as he settles his length inside me and his mouth finds mine.

“Ride me, baby,” he says between hot demanding kisses.

I place my hands on his shoulders and bounce on him, my nipples rubbing against his shirt. “Not fair. You need to get naked too.”

“All in good time.” He walks with me impaled on his cock and sets me down on one of the couches, kneeling over me while he drags his shirt over his head.

My eyes rake his naked chest as if seeing him for the first time. I reach up and pinch his nipples, and he grabs my wrists, pinning them behind my head.

“Not yet.” He licks my jaw from my chin to my ear. “Make yourself come for me, baby.”

He doesn’t waste a beat. He stands up and removes his pants, his cock springing free and arcing towards me, as I drape one leg over the back of the sofa and rub my slick around my throbbing clit. I sense the rain lashing the windows and tell myself that no one will be able to see us through the drizzle as I feel my orgasm simmering, preparing for round two.

“You’re close again…” Enzo stands back and watches me while he strokes his shaft, his gaze making my fingers work harder to bring my climax back to the surface.

“So close…” I pant.

With a mischievous smile, Enzo kneels on either side of my face on the couch and rubs his cock around my mouth. “Will this help?”

I open my mouth, tilt my head back, and wrap my lips around him as he leans over me, and his tongue takes over on my clit. Fuck! The orgasm erupts with such force, I can barely control my mouth around his girth, and gag when he slides deeper.

He spreads my ass cheeks and finds the puckered nub between them, sliding a finger inside me and stoking the flames of my orgasm.

I grip his shaft and suck so hard my cheeks hurt, a thrill traveling through me when I feel his climax pulsing through his length.

But in one fluid movement, I find myself rolling off the couch and being moved around like a rag doll, unable to protest. He lies on the floor and I’m impaled on him, his hands cupping my breasts while his hips thrust his cock deeper inside my pussy.

“Come for me again, baby.” His blown pupils lock onto mine, and I know that I’ll never be able to refuse him anything.