Run to Me: Chapter 33

I walk through the apartment, wondering where the hell Enzo is. I know he’s home since his keys were on the table in the entry way, yet he normally meets me at the door if he’s home before me since the men he has guarding me always let him know when we leave the store.

“Enzo?” I call out.

“Bedroom,” his muffled voice shouts and I head towards it.

The bedroom door swings open before I can open it and there he stands, looking beautifully disheveled only wearing gray sweatpants and looking sexy as hell as he grins at me.

“Hey angel,” he murmurs before kissing me and pulling me into the room.

He pushes me onto the bed and starts stripping off my clothes, gently kissing his way across my collarbone and down my bare chest as he does.

“Mmm, I missed you.”

“Missed you too. So, this is my surprise, huh?”

“That’ll come later, angel. Have some patience.” He tuts and pulls my jeans and panties down my legs before throwing them on the floor.

He kisses further down my body until he reaches my center and places one final, sweet kiss to my slit before he feasts on me.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan as he bites and laps at my clit, slowly pumping two fingers in and out of me. It’s not long before I’m riding close to the edge, and right before I fall, his fingers disappear and I hear a clicking noise.

I huff. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Giving you something you want.” He chuckles and gives my clit a languid stroke with his tongue. I let out a moan, which turns to a squeak when I feel his fingers at my back entrance. I freeze for a moment before my brain catches up with what’s happening. My guess is that clicking noise was lube, because I feel his slick finger breach my hole.

I’m tense, apprehensive for what’s to come and he must realize it too because he gently whispers, “Relax, angel.” Before rolling my clit between his lips.

Enzo keeps working me over, bringing me to the edge before pulling back, adding another finger and slowly opening me up for him until I’m a panting, begging mess.

“Please,” I whimper. “I need you so fucking much.”

“I got you, angel. Do you trust me?”

“Always,” I say, not even having to think about my answer.

He sits back on his heels, and I realize he must have taken his joggers off at some point because he’s completely naked, and currently coating his dick in lube. I swallow past the lump in my throat, knowing that if I don’t like this at any point all I’ll have to do is speak up and he’ll stop without question.

“Just keep breathing, uccellina,” he murmurs and slowly pushes inside me. I do my best to stay relaxed as he pushes forward, entering me inch by inch until he’s halfway inside me. The slight burn is counteracted as his thumb circles my clit and my body thrums with pleasure and pain.

“Jesus fucking Christ. You’re doing so fucking good, angel. Just keep breathing for me,” he rasps and bends to press a kiss to my lips. He stays still, giving me time to adjust as he peppers kisses along my neck.

“You can move,” I whisper, and he slowly thrusts forward, pulling a whimper from me and a groan from him.

“Fuck,” he curses before he starts fucking me slowly, cautiously, even though his expression is completely feral, like it’s taking everything in him to hold back and not give in to his desires completely.

I pull his face to mine, slamming my lips to his and he groans into my mouth. His pace quickens as I deepen the kiss and he rubs my clit faster, bringing me to the edge once more, and once again stopping right before I fall over that cliff.

“Enzo,” I whine.

He chuckles. “I know, angel. But it’s time for your surprise.”

Is he freaking serious right now?

He sits back on his heels and reaches behind him, grabbing something from the end of the bed before holding up it up in front of him. Turns out my surprise it a huge pink dildo, probably the size of… I squint my eyes and… is that?

“Meet EJ 2.0.”

“EJ…?”

What the hell is he—

Oh Jesus Christ.

“Enzo Junior,” he says with a smirk. “If you’re going to take another dick, it’s sure as hell going to be mine.”

Guess that explains why I haven’t been able to find my vibe since I moved in and it mysteriously vanished.

He’s somehow managed to make a dildo the exact replica of his dick, jewelry and all. He brings it to my slit and swipes it across my center, coating it with my juices before slowly inching it inside me.

My breathing stutters as he rocks a little. “So full,” I choke out.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Robyn. You look so perfect with your ass and pussy stuffed full of me,” he murmurs as he takes in the sight.

“Might have to make another so I can fill your mouth too,” he mutters, more to himself than me. “Fuck, so goddamn tight.”

He starts fucking me properly, both with his dick and the… replica, and pinches my clit between his fingers.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I need you to come for me, angel. Fuck, you need to come, please angel,” he moans, and it sends me over the edge, hurtling towards oblivion as my entire body tenses and spasms as I cry out his name, experiencing the most freaking intense orgasm of my life.

I’m distinctly aware of his body shuddering above me before he pulls out, both himself and the dildo, and he gives his cock a few quick tugs and he groans as cum spurts from him, covering my stomach in his release.