Page 73 of Unlocked Desire: Vol One
I open my mouth, wrapping a hand around his erect cock. Enzoe tilts his head back and hisses. The pure bliss on his face makes me realize that I’m the one with all the power. Men like Enzo never allow themselves to be vulnerable. I’ve been around dangerous men my whole life, like my father, who don't allow even their wives to see them without their armor. Being with Enzo like this means something to me. It must mean something to him, too.
His cock is beautiful—thick, long, and veiny. I lick his dick, from root to tip, then back again, making sure he’s nice and wet before I wrap my mouth around his tip and suck, using my tongue to circle the head of his cock.
“Fuck. You’re such a good cock sucker, baby. Don’t stop.”
His words of encouragement egg me on. I bob on his cock eagerly. His hands roam through my hair, forming two fists. Gently, he pulls my head back and forth, fucking my mouth slowly, getting a rhythm.
My hands move around him and grab his firm ass, my nails digging in, encouraging him not to hold back. I want it all: the animal and the man.
Enzo grunts, answering my call. “You’re doing so well, baby, taking that cock all the way to the back of your throat like a good girl. Do you like being my fuck toy? Do you like knowing I’m the only one who will ever make you wet, that because of your sweet pussy you’ll do all kinds of dirty things for me?”
I nod, trying to tell him yes, but he holds my head against his pelvis. My hand snakes down to my pussy, and I rub my clit.
“That’s it, baby. Rub that pussy. Give it some relief. I’ll reward you for being such a good little girl for me.” He pulls my head down on his dick before releasing me. Saliva falls from my mouth. “Spit on your tits and cunt.”
The act is degrading, but it’s also incredibly hot. I used to wonder why I liked acts like this, why this was the only way I would get aroused. But now, as I’m basking in it with Enzo, I don’t care about the whys, only the fact that I’m euphoric. As soon as I’ve covered my breasts with spit, Enzo mercilessly shoves his cock back into my mouth, and I groan.
“I’m gonna shoot in your dirty little mouth, and you’re gonna swallow every drop like a good girl.”
Enzo doesn’t wait for my answer. He fucks my face, his cock hitting the back of my throat. My gagging sounds seem to make him harder. I want this feeling to go on forever, and that’s when I taste it, his sweet and salty cum.
Enzo groans before pulling out of my mouth. “Open your mouth and show me.”
I sit on the floor covered in spit, completely vulnerable to this man, and open my mouth, displaying what he wants.
“Good girl. Now swallow.”
Chapter 8
ENZO
Something is wrong with me. The woman I care about more than anything sitting on the floor showing me my cum in her mouth is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The need to break her down is strong, but not to hurt her… To build her up. To show her she belongs to me, that she’s safe with me.
I cradle her in my arms, a sense of peace falling over me. My mind has raged for most of my life. I like to kill people because it gives me a sense of control, reminding me that no one can harm me again like they did in the past. Nothing but murder and mayhem has done that before. Reese changed that. Now, all I need is Reese in my arms. She’s saved me. I need to tell her some hard truths about my plans, and the fear of her walking out plays on a loop in my brain.
Her head tilts back, and she gazes at me, her hand pressed on my shirt. “Why don’t you ever take off your shirt?”
“They tell the truth about my past.”
“Will you tell me?”
The pleading in her voice pierces a part of my heart I thought died a long time ago, but the thing about the truth is it can rip everything to shreds. My past is so horrible that telling her could mean I’ll lose her forever, and there is no way I’ll risk that. “No, Principessa. It’s not something I talk about. Ever. Now stop asking.”
“Why are you like this? Every time I try to get close to you, you have one arm out trying to push me away.”
I move her off me and place her on the sofa before I storm out of the room. I need a moment to get myself together before I fuck it all up.
Her footsteps break my concentration, and I flinch at the loud slam of the door. She’s pissed. I can’t understand why I have to tell her about the past. I don’t even want to know about my past. That shit was horrific. She doesn’t need to take on my shit. Telling her would ruin everything. I don’t want to put that burden on her. I want to barge into the room and fuck her until she can’t see straight. It seems the only way I can make her happy is with my fuckin’ cock. Doesn’t surprise me. It’s one of two ways that people have always used me.
My eyes go to the liquor cabinet. I rarely drink, but right now, I want to drown in the bottle of Jack and hope I pass out and don’t have to deal with any of this shit.
Soft moans interrupt my plans.
Is she crying?
My fist slams into the wall, punching a hole. “Fuck this.”
I barge into the room, not bothering to knock. Why should I? I own the fuckin’ place. My gaze takes her in. She’s in a fetal position, hugging a pillow, her body shaking as sobs rack her. I’ve taken a lot of punches in my life, been shot, had someone stab me in the spleen, and been left for dead. But nothing is as gut-wrenching as seeing her cry because I’m unable to give her something she obviously needs.