She drops to her knees in front of me, doing as she’s told, and I make quick work of undoing my belt and jeans before freeing my cock.
I’m so damn hard, seeing her riled up, spitting fire at me and bitching me out had me fucking leaking. This is a side to her I’ve never seen before, and I’m fucking loving it. I might have to threaten to kill people more often just to get this reaction out of her.
I give myself a quick tug and watch in fascination as she licks her lips.
I take a step towards her. “Suck,” I order.
She wastes no time wrapping her hand around my length, gently caressing the piercings of the Jacobs ladder and pressing a sweet kiss to the tip. It’d be fucking adorable if I wasn’t so desperate for her.
She wraps her lips around me and slowly takes me to the back of her throat, but it’s not enough. I inch my hips forward slowly, making her take more of me so she gags, sending a wave of pleasure through me and I groan.
“Tap my leg twice if it gets too much, okay, angel?” I slide my fingers through her hair as she nods and I hold her head still as I start fucking her mouth, slowly picking up speed until I’m fucking drunk on her, intoxicated by everything she is.
There are tears streaming down her face, and even though normally my angel’s tears would tear me up inside, these tears only spur me on more. I reach down and gather a droplet on my thumb before bringing it to my mouth and sucking on it, letting out a moan as the salty taste hits my senses.
Fuck, I’m obsessed with every single fucking thing about her, and I’ll never get enough.
“You’re so fucking perfect, angel. You look fucking beautiful on your knees for me, gagging on my cock with tears streaming down your pretty face.”
She hums around my dick and hollows her cheeks further.
Jesus Christ, what the fuck did I do to deserve this girl?
Feeling my balls tighten, I pull back, my cock falling from her mouth with an audible pop.
I told her I’d wash her mouth out with my cum, but fuck that. I need inside her. Now.
I look down in awe at the girl who’s currently on her knees for me, even though it’s really been me on mine since the second I saw her. She unravels me and settles me in the same breath. She owns every goddamn part of me.
I’m hers. Life, body, heart and blackened soul. It’s all hers.
“Strip,” I order, and she scrambles to her feet, hurriedly taking off her sweater and jeans, leaving her in her bra and panties.
I watch as she quickly removes what’s left of her clothes before I scoop her into my arms and sit her on the desk and I sit down in the chair opposite. I grab her thighs, widening her legs. I give her my signature grin before I dip my head down and swipe my tongue through her drenched folds.
“So fucking wet and sweet,” I murmur.
And then I devour her.
I lick, suck, bite.
I fuck her with my fingers and feast on her slit until she’s writhing beneath me, trembling throughout her release.
I don’t stop, dragging out one release into another, I can’t fucking get enough of her.
Drunk. Drugged. Intoxicated.
This is what she does to me every single time.
I’m an addict who can’t wait for his next hit.
I’m obsessed with her. Possessed with need for her. And so fucking in love with her.
“Enzo,” she whines, the sound so fucking sweet, my name on her lips with her voice full of need is like music to my ears. A melody I want to hear on loop every goddamn day for the rest of my life.
“Please… I need you.”
Well fuck, I’d never be able to deny her. I’ll give her anything she ever asks me for. She’s my only weakness and it’s a weakness I’ll happily oblige.
I’ve never begged for a thing in my life, but in this moment all I want to do is drop to my knees and beg her to love me.
But I can’t, she’s not ready for love. So I do the only thing I can to show her how much she fucking owns me—I stand and quickly pull off my jeans and briefs before dragging her closer to me. I line myself up with her entrance and enter her in one harsh thrust, relishing the moan that flies from her lips.
“So fucking good, angel. How is it always so fucking good?”
I’m not gentle as I continue my thrusts. No, I fuck her like I have something to prove, like the fact that she is fucking mine. I’m like a man possessed, my control completely gone as I take her without restraint. My fingers dig into her hips so hard it’ll probably leave bruises, but I’m too far gone to care, loving the idea of it being me leaving my marks on her. I want to fucking embed myself within her, crawl under her skin, burrow myself inside of her, infect her with the dark parts of me, have her so gone for me she can’t see a life without me.
I want her to need me the same way I need her.
“Enzo,” she moans, and I grunt as her pussy spasms around me. Her body shudders beneath me as she screams and finds her release, dragging me under with her, my lips finding hers as my body jerks and I empty myself inside her.
My fingers release her hips and I wrap my arms around her, resting my head in the crook of her neck, holding her to me as we both catch her breaths. It’s only once I come down from the high that I realize I’ve probably hurt her, and she hasn’t said a word.
“Angel?” My voice is unsure, all confidence from earlier gone as my body tenses at the thought of me hurting her.
“Huh,” she mumbles against my hoodie, since I never got around to taking it off.
“Are you okay? Did I… did I hurt you?”
She pulls away from me, and my heart is in my motherfucking throat as I peel my eyes open to look down at her. Only it’s not the anger, sadness, repulsion or pain I see in her gaze like I had expected. It’s confusion, and something that looks a lot like love, but I’m not naïve enough to hope for that.
“You only hurt me in ways that I wanted. It was perfect, Enzo. Don’t start second guessing yourself now when you’ve just given me the best sex of my life.” She scowls at me, and it’s fucking adorable.
“Fuck, you’re something else, uccellina.”
I sit back down in the chair and pull her onto my lap so she’s straddling me. This always seems to be how we end up, her legs wrapped around my waist and arms around my neck.
“Will you tell me why you call me that now?”
I smile at her and press a kiss to her forehead. “I call you ‘little bird’ because just the sight of you gives me hope and a sense of freedom I’ve never felt before. You quiet my demons and give me peace. You’re my little bird because I want to protect you, cherish you, love you, and fly free from the burden of chaos with you.”
Her eyes are wide, her mouth gaping as I hold my breath and wait for her response. We may have been together for a couple of weeks now, but this is the first time we’ve really addressed that fact. We kinda went from zero to one hundred without even so much of a conversation. She fit so perfectly into my life, in my home that I never really felt the need. I don’t even know where she stands.
“You want to love me?” she whispers.
“I already do, angel,” I say softly.
