Enzo (Jinx Tattoos 1)

She wrapped her legs around him, taking him deeper inside of her body.

He pulled out and drove deep. Their flesh slapped together. The sight of her body accepting him made him growl. “Look down. See how well we fit together, Ave?”

She moaned.

“Look down, now,” he demanded.

She blinked and turned her gaze downward. Her walls flexed around him.

“Whose dick are you taking?”

“Yours,” she cried.

“What’s my name, Aibhlinn?”

“Enzo,” she screamed.

He pulled out. “Get up on your knees.”

She scrambled into position, and he pushed inside of her. She wrapped her arm around his waist, meeting him stroke for stroke; he cupped her breast, pinching and rolling. “You like this big dick? Ave?’

“Yes, fuck yes.”

“Show me, come on my cock.” He moved his hand down to flick her clit, moving faster. The bed rocked, her walls tightened and her back arched. He sank his teeth into her shoulder. Her body shook and the pulsing of her pussy drew him over the edge with her as she milked him dry.

Aibhlinn

It felt like a dream. She lay tucked beneath Enzo’s arm unable to sleep as she basked in his warmth and scent. All these years had led up to one explosive joining. His breathing was deep and even. She craned her neck to get a better look at him. He appeared almost innocent in the early morning light. This was more than she’d ever dreamt. Her heart swelled with happiness, and her well-used pussy all but hummed with fresh desire. The man made her feel things she’d never experienced before. Easing away from him, she worked the sheet down over his hips and admired his frame. Golden skin covered well formed muscles, and the map of tattoos told a story. She trailed her nails down his chest, circling his nipples. They hardened, and he moaned in his sleep. She climbed over his body, straddling his hips as she placed her mouth to his chest, and she manipulated the hardened peaks on his pecs. She nipped at his flesh. His cock was at half-mast. She gripped his base, and took him into her mouth, coaxing him to life. His cock grew in her mouth, and she relaxed her jaw and throat to take him deep.

His hands slipped into her hair and pulled the strands tautly. “So good,” he croaked.

The tension on her scalp and the husky praise from Enzo had her wet. She bobbed her head, moving her hand up and down in opposition to her mouth. He was masculine, salty, and addicting. She hollowed her cheeks and increased her speed, twisting her wrist.

“Ave, Ave,” he chanted her name as his cock twitched in her mouth.

When she hummed, he pulled her head down and fucked her mouth. Her eyes watered and her throat took the pounding like a champ. She timed her breaths between thrusts, loving the way he claimed and used her. She had a naughty streak a mile long and curiosity about things she could only explore with this man.

His dick twitched and went impossibly hard. He released a hot stream into her mouth as he grunted her name.

She swallowed it down, choking slightly.

He released his death grip, and she sat back on her knees, grinning as she pushed the escaped liquid into her mouth. His limbs twitched, and he pulled her up to his side, burying his fingers in her hair. Thrusting his tongue into her mouth, he kissed her breathless.

The desire and the love visible in his eyes melted her into a metaphorical puddle of goo.

They parted for air, and he kissed her forehead. “Love you, Ave,” he whispered, pulling her to his side.

“And I love you,” she whispered back as her heart sang. There was a rightness to being here like this with him.

Enzo nudged her neck with his nose, inhaling her scent. His arm held her tight to him. “Now we sleep, so we can wake up and have round three.”

His warmth and his promise lulled her to sleep.

The bed rocked back and forth, rousing her from sleep. She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and peered over at Enzo.

Sweat ran down his forehead, as he tossed from side to side.

He’s having a nightmare. “Enzo. Enzo,” she called, careful not to touch him.