I enter the apartment and find Robyn sitting on the sofa clutching a book, her cheeks a pretty shade of pink.
I was quiet when I came in, so she has no idea I’m standing here watching her.
I watch as she squirms where she’s sitting and I barely hold back a groan as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. Fuck, I’d give anything to be the one biting down on it.
Knowing I need to sort my shit out, I close my eyes for a second and steady my breathing before clearing my throat.
“What are you reading, angel?”
I thought her cheeks were pink before, but they’ve just gone from a pretty pale pink to bright red. A red I wouldn’t mind seeing on her ass after I’ve just spanked the fuck out of her.
Jesus, fuck. I need to stop.
Her mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes.
I casually stroll towards her, plucking the book from her hands and plopping down on the couch beside her. My eyes scan the page and I have to do a double take to make sure it’s not my lust-filled brain changing the words.
Holy fucking fuck.
I keep my expression casual, not wanting to show my shock at the porn written on the pages. So this is what my girl likes, huh? That is fucking fine by me.
Realizing she still hasn’t said a word, I look up to see her gaping at me, an equal measure of lust and embarrassment covering her features.
“Want me to read to you, angel?” I ask, my tone teasing.
She glares at me. “Go for it,” she snarks and fuck, if her showing a little attitude doesn’t turn me on more.
My cock agrees too, since it’s hard as fucking steel and leaking in my boxers.
I clear my throat before I start reading at the beginning of the page.
“I pull back from the kiss and gaze down at Mila beneath me, her wild brown hair covering the pillow, eyes blown out with lust and lips swollen. Fuck, I’d need to get my cock between those pretty lips of hers.” I pause my reading to reach down and adjust myself in my jeans before I break the fucking zipper. This shit is killing me, and I’m glad I’m not the only one affected. I spy Robyn squirming where she sits from the corner of my eye, subtly rubbing her thighs together to ease the ache.
My girl is fucking loving this.
“I bring my mouth to her neck and tug her skin between my teeth, making her cry out. “You like that, my little slut? You’re just dying for my cock, aren’t you baby?” She whimpers in response and… Jesus, angel. This is fucking hot.” I groan and turn my head towards her.
I can see her pebbled nipples through her shirt and for fuck’s sake… why’s she gotta walk around without a bra on? This girl, she’ll be the fucking death of me, I’m sure of it. She shifts her body again, and I realize that she’s got her legs tucked up under her, and the movement will be grinding her heel against her clit.
Fuck, this just keeps getting harder to hold onto my control.
“You okay there?” I smirk and she sends me a glare that only makes my cock weep more.
Goddamn, this girl.
She’s light. She’s pure. She’s the embodiment of innocence and all I want to do is dirty her up, darken her edges and strip that innocence away until she’s down on her knees, begging me to fill her up so full of my cum that she’ll be feeling me drip from her for fucking days.
“Are you gonna keep reading, or are you just gonna keep staring at me?” Her words pull me from my thoughts, and I focus back on the present.
“Sure, I’ll keep reading. Feel free to ease the ache while I do, I won’t judge you, angel.” Her mouth drops open while her eyes darken, and I silently plead with her to do it, I may be living with fucking blue balls, but at least I’ll be given the gift of seeing her fall apart for me to replay on a loop in my mind.
I keep reading the scene, while also trying to watch Robyn out of the corner of my eye. She’s wearing loose sleep shorts and a tank top; she’s fucking beautiful. Her deep brown hair falls around her shoulders, soft waves framing her breasts. It looks good but it’d look even better wrapped around my fist.
I catch a glimpse of her hand sliding down her stomach and into the front of her shorts and it takes everything in me to keep reading, not wanting to ruin the moment.
“I take my time kissing every inch of her until I finally find myself between her thighs…” At this point she lets out a breathy moan and I can’t help but pause and turn to her, just in time to see her hand moving in a circular movement under her shorts.
Fuuuckk. She’s actually doing it. She’s getting herself off right here on the sofa.
It’s official, this is how I die.
I stare, slack jawed at the goddess next to me. Her skin is flushed, and her eyes are hooded. Once she realizes I’ve stopped reading, her head snaps up and her gaze collides with mine.
Our eyes remain locked, heat brimming between us, so much heat I can barely fucking stand it. The urge to do something is so fucking strong, to just fucking grab her and maul her right here, but I can’t. Not until she gives me the green light.
“Don’t stop,” I rasp. “I’ll fucking die if you stop.”
She regards me for a moment, her eyes trailing from my face, across my shoulders and down, down, down until she reaches the very noticeable bulge in my jeans. Her eyes widen and she bites her lip and fuck, it’s so goddamn erotic that I can’t help but let out a deep groan at the sight.
Suddenly, before I can even blink, she does some sort of fucking gymnastic move, flinging herself towards me and shifting at the same time so that she’s straddling my lap.
The book I was reading is discarded on the floor, and I’m sure once she snaps out of the haze of lust that she’s currently trapped in she’ll have some choice words about that, but I can worry about it later.
“What are you doing, angel?” I don’t even recognize my own voice, it’s gruff and fucking desperate.
I’m fucking desperate. Desperate for her.
I dip my chin and look down at her as her wide eyes stare up at me, her pussy is lined up perfectly with my bulge and it’s like deja-fucking-vu when she rocks against me.
“Kiss m—”
She doesn’t even finish getting the words out before I’m slamming my lips down on hers. My hands—that were innocently resting on the sofa—move to her hips and I squeeze before bringing one hand up and cupping the side of her face, pulling her closer to me and taking the kiss deeper.
My tongue strokes against hers and she tastes so fucking sweet. I’ve never kissed like this before. I’ve never felt anything like this before. It’s like all the stars are aligning, the final puzzle piece falling into place. She’s what I’ve been missing my whole life, and I swear I’ll never let her go.
She pulls back and gulps a breath of air as I move my lips to her neck. “You taste so fucking sweet, angel. Even better than I imagined,” I murmur before bringing my lips back to hers.
I nibble on her bottom lip, and she moans in response. The sound so fucking alluring, like a melody I want to listen to for the rest of my goddamn life.
“More,” she pants. “I need more.”
A groan works its way up my throat, but I swallow it down, dreading the fact that I might have to put a stop to this for the time being.
“I don’t know if I can give you more, uccellina. If I give you more, that’s it. You’ll be mine and I’ll never be able to let you go, so you can rub that pretty pussy while you’re sitting next to me, you can kiss me, you can grind against my cock and get yourself off, but I can’t give you more until you’re mine.”
She stares up at me with those big doe eyes while my heart is in my throat waiting for her reaction. I expect her to pout, to complain, to argue, to storm off to her room or to tell me to go fuck myself. What I don’t expect is for her to smirk at me before she murmurs, “The thing is, Enzo, I’m already yours.”
And with those words leaving her mouth, I’m fucked. Deceased. Done. Dead. Completely and undeniably fucking gone for this girl.
