“Please, sir,” she begs.
“I gotta take it easy. We’ll get there.”
I slide the tip of my cock in her channel, gently pushing her open. She isn’t breathing, still with expectancy and want. With effort, I glide in her so slowly it’s torture, break through her barrier, and victory rolls through me.
She’s mine. She’s fucking mine.
“Oh God, sir,” she groans. “God.”
“Does it hurt, baby?”
“A little.”
I thrust, and she winces, but I quickly build a gentle rhythm that makes her moan instead. Her pussy milks my cock with perfection, so tight. Her guttural groans and panting spurs me on.
“Feels…so…good,” she whispers, her arms tightening on my neck as I glide in and out. I hold her to me, reveling in this moment. She’s safe. She’s mine. No one can hurt her, not when she’s with me, not when I own every inch of her. There’s no other place on earth she’s safer than here, with me.
I pump in and out, and she thrusts her hips along with me.
“Sir...,” she groans. My need to come grows stronger. I pump harder, faster. The walls of her pussy clench, she throws her head back, and she screams as orgasm rips through her. The sound spurs on my own release. I groan, my seed lashing out, vivid pleasure racing through me so intensely I close my eyes to it.
She rocks her hips to milk every spasm, I thrust until I’m spent, exhausted and drunk with pleasure. I collapse beside her and nestle my head in her neck.
“Fucking gorgeous,” I whisper. “What you gave me. That was fucking gorgeous.”
Is she crying? Her cheeks are damp, but she’s running her fingers through my hair, so she can’t be that pissed. The next second, I realize what a dumbass I am. She isn’t hurt or angry, like women usually are when they cry. I think she’s just overcome with relief.
“I needed that,” she says. “My God, it was perfect.”
“You feel better?”
“Could use a stiff drink, but yeah. I’m good.”
She’s good. It’s the understatement of the fucking year.Chapter 15Mia
I open my eyes to a new day. A brilliant warmth surrounds me, a muscular arm holds me, and a hard body which has been inside mine cradles me close. It wasn't a dream. I really slept with Enzo for the first time, and it was everything I hoped sex would be. Better, even. I can still feel an ache between my thighs where he penetrated me, tore away what feels like the last of my innocence, and branded me with his flesh.
“Hey," he says. He must have been awake already, watching me sleep. I feel another one of those internal rushes of heat which come from realizing that I am being completely taken care of in every way.
"Hey," I smile back, feeling a little shy all of a sudden. I shouldn’t be shy. He's seen every part of me. He’s been inside me, taken me in ways no other man ever has. He's changed my whole concept of what my body is for. I knew being touched felt good. I had no idea sex felt that much better.
There’s darkness somewhere on the horizon of my memory, like something bad happened. Enzo kisses me and I forget all about whatever it is and let him consume me all over again, his hands roaming my naked body.
“You're so damn hot,” he growls, his teeth grazing over my neck, making delicious tingles race down my spine to the aching core of me where his cock claimed me once and for all.
"Wait..."
Memory is forcing its way back in, but even so, it takes me a surprisingly long time to remember the events which led to this event, the reason I’m now sore in all the best ways.
I push against his massive bare chest, and almost distract myself with the perfect slab of muscle there, but remember in time.
"We have to find Davo. He's out there, somewhere.”
"Don't worry about him," Enzo says, returning to nibbling at my neck and earlobe. How do the small parts of me deliver so much pleasure?
"Of course I'm going to worry about him. He's my friend. He could be dead!”
“If he's dead, he won’t be in need of rescue any time soon,” Enzo says. “I've got guys on it. Don't worry. Nobody’s getting near you, Mia.”
“They must have gotten near me. They dropped those pictures off to your front door. That's brazen. That’s a sign we’re not safe. We should relocate to a more secure…"
He reaches out and puts a finger to my lips. “It's under control, Mia. We're going to move to secondary quarters tonight. Don't worry. I've got you."
He’s got me. More than that, he's had me. I’m no innocent little virgin anymore. I’m Enzo’s girl.
There’s a little nagging voice in my head, belonging to my mother, that says when you sleep with a man you’d better be married to him, but that's out of date. I think. I don't want to marry him, do I? No. I don’t.