Page 53 of Run to Me

I take a step towards her. “Suck,” I order.

She wastes no time wrapping her hand around my length, gently caressing the piercings of the Jacobs ladder and pressing a sweet kiss to the tip. It’d be fucking adorable if I wasn’t so desperate for her.

She wraps her lips around me and slowly takes me to the back of her throat, but it’s not enough. I inch my hips forward slowly, making her take more of me so she gags, sending a wave of pleasure through me and Igroan.

“Tap my leg twice if it gets too much, okay, angel?” I slide my fingers through her hair as she nods and I hold her head still as I start fucking her mouth, slowly picking up speed until I’m fucking drunk on her, intoxicated by everything she is.

There are tears streaming down her face, and even though normally my angel’s tears would tear me up inside, these tears only spur me on more. I reach down and gather a droplet on my thumb before bringing it to my mouth and sucking on it, letting out a moan as the salty taste hits my senses.

Fuck, I’m obsessed with every single fucking thing about her, and I’ll never get enough.

“You’re so fucking perfect, angel. You look fucking beautiful on your knees for me, gagging on my cock with tears streaming down your pretty face.”

She hums around my dick and hollows her cheeks further.

Jesus Christ, what the fuck did I do to deserve this girl?

Feeling my balls tighten, I pull back, my cock falling from her mouth with an audiblepop.

I told her I’d wash her mouth out with my cum, but fuck that. I need inside her. Now.

I look down in awe at the girl who’s currently on her knees for me, even though it’s really been me on mine since the second I saw her. She unravels me and settles me in the same breath. She owns every goddamn part of me.

I’m hers. Life, body, heart and blackened soul. It’s all hers.

“Strip,” I order, and she scrambles to her feet, hurriedly taking off her sweater and jeans, leaving her in her bra and panties.

I watch as she quickly removes what’s left of her clothes before I scoop her into my arms and sit her on the desk and I sit down in the chair opposite. I grab her thighs, widening her legs. I give her my signature grin before I dip my head down and swipe my tongue through her drenched folds.

“So fucking wet and sweet,” I murmur.

And then I devour her.

I lick, suck, bite.

I fuck her with my fingers and feast on her slit until she’s writhing beneath me, trembling throughout her release.

I don’t stop, dragging out one release into another, I can’t fucking get enough of her.

Drunk. Drugged. Intoxicated.

This is what she does to me every single time.

I’m an addict who can’t wait for his next hit.

I’m obsessed with her. Possessed with need for her. And so fucking in love with her.

“Enzo,” she whines, the sound so fucking sweet, my name on her lips with her voice full of need is like music to my ears. A melody I want to hear on loop every goddamn day for the rest of my life.

“Please… I need you.”

Well fuck, I’d never be able to deny her. I’ll give her anything she ever asks me for. She’s my only weakness and it’s a weakness I’ll happily oblige.

I’ve never begged for a thing in my life, but in this moment all I want to do is drop to my knees and beg her to love me.

But I can’t, she’s not ready for love. So I do the only thing I can to show her how much she fucking owns me—I stand and quickly pull off my jeans and briefs before dragging her closer to me. I line myself up with her entrance and enter her in one harsh thrust, relishing the moan that flies from her lips.

“So fucking good, angel. How is it alwaysso fucking good?”