“You started it,” he says.
I grab his cock in my fist again, stroking once slowly, trying to get back some of my power.
He purrs, putting his hands on either side of the desk boxing me in as he savors the pleasure I’m giving him.
I like this—feeling like a goddess. Feeling powerful.
“I like you in this tuxedo. You look dabber,” I say, stroking his cock again as I adjust his bowtie.
He grabs my hand over the bowtie and rips it from his neck. We are done playing games with each other. This is about to get serious. He loosens the collar of his shirt as I rip off his jacket.
And then he grabs my hips and sets me on the edge of the judge’s desk.
“We are so going to hell for this,” I say.
He spreads my legs as he rips my panties off. “Good thing we were already going to hell anyway.”
I gasp so loudly I’m sure the entire courthouse can hear me. “At least we aren’t doing this in a church.”
“Oh, I plan on fucking you in every building, alleyway, meadow, car I can find, and churches aren’t excluded from that.”
“You should have included that in the vows.”
Enzo dips his tongue between my legs, and I no longer have words. I lean back, resting on my hands as he takes his time devouring my pussy.
“I promise it to you now. Your pussy will never be safe from my tongue or cock. I will make you come every chance I get. I will never let anything come between me and making you orgasm. This I vow.”
I want to laugh, but the serious look on his face tells me this vow is as important to him as all the rest of them.
He grins when he notices the heavy rise and fall of my chest. My nipples harden beneath the thin material of my bra.
“Scream my name, baby,” Enzo says, pushing two fingers inside me as his tongue teases my clit again.
“Yes, Enzo!” I scream loudly enough to rattle the building.
I glance over at the door for a second. We didn’t even bother locking it. But no one comes. I swear I hear footsteps outside the door, but none draw closer.
I grin. “We really are in our own little world.”
But then, Enzo is licking quickly over my clit. All my blood has headed south, intensifying every touch of his mouth on me.
“I’m going to…” but I can’t finish the sentence. I come hard on Enzo’s tongue and fingers—spilling my wetness all over the desk.
Enzo stands, licking his fingers clean as his needy gaze stares down at me.
“More,” I say. His cock is still erect and needy. And one orgasm isn’t enough to satisfy me. I don’t care that we have a perfectly good hotel room a few blocks away. I need Enzo now.
He holds out his hand. I take it, and he helps me off the desk. Enzo eyes my swollen belly that I automatically hold with my hand when I stand up. With each day that passes, I know sex is going to get harder and harder. But I have faith nothing will stop Enzo from giving me a daily orgasm. He just promised as much five minutes ago.
“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. And seeing you grow my babies inside of you does things to me you will never understand.”
I love how he never doubts the babies being his. He never brings up the fact that they could be Milo’s. They are his. In every way that matters. And the fact that every time Enzo speaks the babies move and kick in my stomach brings me more peace than anything else. Because they know he is their father too.
He takes my hand and spins me around like I’m a princess he’s twirling. My dress flies up as I spin. He grabs the material, pushing it up high on my hips as he backs me up to his cock.
I grab the desk for support as I push my ass into his cock. He drives inside of my slickness quickly. Both of us so desperate to feel each other that we can’t take another moment apart.
“I can never get enough of this. This first moment when you slide inside me is everything,” I say.