Page 117 of The Masked King

I ride with him, and slide my hand between my legs, rubbing my clit against his shaft, the friction sending my brain cells reeling.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He squeezes my breasts, and heat builds up inside me until it feels as if there’s nowhere else for it to go. “Talk to me. Tell me what you want, Demi.”

“Deeper,” I manage between raggedy gasping breaths.

Enzo lifts me off him, turns me around so that I’m facing the couch, and bends me over it, spreading my legs from behind. My knees leave the floor when he drives his cock inside me, filling me to the brim.

“Deep enough for you?” he murmurs, his breath tickling my ear.

“Yes.” No. I don’t know how it’s possible to want more, but the more I get, the more I want. My body is getting greedier for him with every passing day.

“Good girl.”

His tongue finds my ear, and it’s like swimming underwater with him inside me, the two of us connected by his cock inside my pussy. Then his finger is at the entrance between my ass cheeks again, and the sensation of his shaft grinding against my walls, his tongue in my ear, and his fingers at my ass sends me hurtling towards an even higher precipice.

“Don’t stop, Enzo.” I reach between my legs and work my softened swollen clit again, my fingers grazing his shaft as it slides almost all the way out and finds its way home again.

“I’m never going to stop, baby. I’m all yours.”

“Fuck, Enzo. This is…”

“Say it.” His breathing is harder now, his finger driving deeper inside me. “This is what, baby?”

“I don’t know,” I gasp.

With a low groan, Enzo supports my upper body with both arms and moves me from the couch to the floor so that I’m bent double in front of him, my forehead touching the rug. The stretch is even deeper at this angle. So deep I swear his cock will end up in my mouth. My hand is still between my legs, but my hand-brain coordination has stopped functioning.

He leans over me, pinning me in place. “Deep enough for you?”

“Yes.” I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Sure you can’t take more?”

“No.”

“No, not sure? Or no you can’t take more?” His breath is my breath, and I can no longer tell where my body ends and his begins.

“My sexy baby.” Enzo fists my hair and tilts my face towards him, his tongue filling my mouth and making it difficult to breathe.

I kiss him back, giving into the sensations setting my body on fire, and succumb to the orgasm making my body spasm and my knees tremble as he reaches his own climax, his cum squirting inside me and trickling down my thighs.

Spent, Enzo waits for the shudders to subside then he rolls off me onto the rug, and spoons me from behind, his arms wrapped around me so that we’re both facing the windows.

“Do you think anyone saw us?” I ask eventually when I can speak.

“If they did, I bet they enjoyed the show.” He sounds half-asleep, and I twist around to check if his eyes are open.

“I never knew you were such an exhibitionist.”

“You did, you just refused to play along,” he deadpans, his expression neutral.

I gasp out loud and punch his arm playfully when his wide smile breaks out. “We should get dressed before the rest of our stuff arrives.”

Enzo kisses the tip of my nose. “We have time for another orgasm.” His eyes sparkle. “And besides, we didn’t open the champagne yet.”

I’m about to answer when the buzzer rings at the door.

“Shit! They’re early.” I jump up, grab my clothes from the floor and stuff my legs into my jeans because I can’t locate my panties.