“More.”
Something inside me snaps as she whispers that word, and all my worries fade away. She wouldn’t let me keep going if she was really hurting because she knows it would fucking kill me. She trusts me with everything, she trusts me to do this, so I need to put my trust in her, and believe what she’s telling me.
My pulse quickens as I stare down at her. She’s on her hands and knees in front of me, ready, waiting and so fucking willing. She knows there’s a darker side to me than what I’ve shown her since we started our relationship, and she’s practically begging me to let that side out, and fuck if that doesn’t have my cock fucking leaking.
My hand comes down before I can even register it happening, landing another slap. Seeing my marks on her skin, pretty and pink, the perfect shape of my hand does something to me I’ve never felt before. I feel like I’m slaying myself open and inviting her into my skin, into my very being. I land blow after blow and listen to my angel’s little moans and whimpers until I physically can’t take it anymore.
“You good, angel?”
“Yes,” she rasps. “I need you, please.”
I free my cock from its confines of my jeans and boxers, not even bothering to take them off properly. Usually, I’d make her come a couple of times before I fucked her, but I’m barely holding on to my sanity. I can’t wait any longer.
I line myself up with her entrance and slam into her. She lets out a shriek at the intrusion, but she doesn’t use her safe word. Good.
I don’t hold back, I pound into her with feral thrusts, gripping her hips so hard there’ll be bruises marring her perfect skin for days.
“Oh god,” she whines as she trembles beneath me. I feel her walls start to constrict and I slow my pace.
“You don’t get to come yet, angel. You wait until I give you permission, understand?”
Her head bobs up and down, but it’s not good enough.
“Words, Robyn. I need your words.”
“I understand,” she croaks, and I grin at the hoarseness of her voice.
“You’re such a good fucking girl. You’re taking me so well, uccellina.” I groan as she spasms around me and my praise. “Jesus, fuck, Robyn. You keep doing that and I’ll come before you do.”
“I need to come, Enzo,” she whimpers and my name on her lips is going to be my fucking undoing.
My thrusts quicken, my own need taking over and I’m powerless to stop it.
“Beg me. Beg me to let you come and I might just be nice enough to let you get off before I fill you.”
“Please… please let me come. Show me I’m yours. Make me come Enzo, please,” she pleads, and I give in to her.
Of course I do, I’ll never be able to deny this girl anything.
I reach my arm around her front and roll her clit between my fingers, pinching it ever so slightly and she lets out a gasp.
“Come for me, angel,” I order.
As if her body was made me for me, she responds to me instantly. Her walls squeeze the ever-loving fuck out of my cock as she cries my name and floods my dick with her release and I pull back before landing another smack to her ass and reveling in the sight of my handprint covering her skin. It’s all too much to take and I can’t fucking hold out any longer.
My movements become frantic, and my body jerks as my balls tighten and I groan her name as I fill her with my cum. We both collapse on the sofa, me draped over her back, though I’m careful not to suffocate her with my full weight.
It’s not until the daze of pleasure fades that I realize she’s silent beneath me, and my heart claws its way up my throat, waiting for her to say something.
“Angel.” I don’t even recognize my own voice. It’s filled with regret? Worry? Shame? I don’t fucking know. “Are you okay?”
She hums. “I’m so okay.”
I shift us both so I’m lying behind her and she turns to face me, a tired but blissed out smile on her lips and I let myself breathe.
“You’re fucking amazing, you know that?”
I bring my lips to hers in a lazy kiss, just enjoying the feel of her in my arms.
“I love you,” she whispers as her eyes flutter closed, sleep pulling her under.
“I love you, angel. You’re fucking everything to me.”
I sit and stare at everything laid out on the table in front of me. When I had this bright idea the other day, I had no fucking idea how much work it would actually be.
See, it turns out that my girl is into some really kinky shit, and I learned that when I came home the other day to find her reading a book about a girl being fucked in both holes by two men. Obviously, I distracted her from the book and pounded her into the mattress until she couldn’t even remember her own name, never mind what she was reading.
Seeing as Robyn likes reading that shit, I’m determined to give her what she wants. Of course, I’d never dream of sharing her, if it’s a cock in both holes she wants, then that’s what she gets. At first, I was planning on just using a run of the mill dildo with her, but then I realized that if she’s going to take a dick at the same time as mine, then it’s sure as fuck gonna be mine, even if it is made from silicone.
Which is why I’m currently sat at the dining room table in the middle of the day while my girl’s at work, staring at a replica of my dick and the eight barbells that I need to put into it. I didn’t realize when I did the first mold that the piercings wouldn’t come out right, which is why I did it for a second time and now I’ve gotta sit and figure out how to actually pierce the fake dick to make it look and feel like my own.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I use a pen to map out where I want the piercings to be and I’m just pushing the needle through the first one when I hear the door open. I frown and check the time, noticing it’s far too early for Robyn to be coming home, and that one of her guards would have notified me that she was on her way.
“Angel?” I call out and frantically look around to see where I can hide my fake dick.
“It’s us,” Luca replies, and I turn to see him and Marco stroll into the room.
They both freeze when they see me sat at the table fiddling with a dildo since I didn’t have time to put it away. I sigh, going back to what I was doing before they so rudely interrupted.
“What are you both doing here?”
“Uhh, I needed to tell you something, so we figured we’d stop by on our way back from a meeting. The more important question is, what the fuck are you doing?” Luca says and I send him a glare as I thread the first barbell through.
“What do you need to tell me?”
“Nope. You’re not just gonna sit there and ignore the fact that you’re… piercing a plastic dick. Luca’s news can fucking wait until you’ve explained this shit,” Marco says and waves towards my hands.
Luca sits down opposite me, eyes fixated on what I’m doing while Marco stands off to the side, looking uncomfortable as fuck.
I sigh. “Well, you see… turns out my girl likes reading some really spicy shit, so when I learned she likes reading about double penetration, I figured I’d find a way to give her it.” I wave the replica of my dick in the air. “But I didn’t take into account that the piercings would be complicated as hell, and I couldn’t exactly take it into a shop and get them to do it for me without them thinking I’ve lost it, which is why I’m tryna do it myself.”
“But… why does it need all the piercings?” Marco asks, while Luca sits with a smirk on his face.
“It’s a replica of my cock, Marco. It wouldn’t be a very good replica if it didn’t have them now, would it?”
“You… you have a dick piercing?” he splutters and Luca chuckles.
“No,” I say with a smirk. “I have eight.”
Marco blanches and I huff out a breath.
“No need to act so fucking scandalized, little brother. It’s perfectly normal, just because you’re too much of a pussy to even get a tattoo doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t have a little fun. I wonder if Izzy would like it if I got mine done,” Luca ponders and I nod at him, always one to encourage the dick jewelry.
“Assholes,” Marco mutters. “And I do have a tattoo, fuck you both very much.”
“What?” I say at the same time Luca asks, “Since when?”
“I got it when I was twenty, and that’s all you need to know. Now why don’t you tell Enzo your news so we can get the fuck out of here and leave Enzo to play with his dick.”
I’m gonna take a wild guess and say his tattoo is something to remind him of the O’Brien girl, like the wings on my back are for Robyn.
“Right. How do you feel about coming to the island next month with us all? Obviously, you’d bring Robyn.”
Huh. I guess it only takes twenty-two years and one wife/ ex-wife for us to visit the island that reminds my dad and brothers of the mom I killed when I was born.
“Sure, any particular reason?”
“I’m getting married,” Luca says with a grin while Marco rolls his eyes.
I bark out a laugh. “Finally getting promoted again, huh?”
“Shut up,” he grumbles. “Just tell me you’ll come so we can leave you to play with your cock.” He nods towards my pretty replica again.
“We’ll be there.”
