And then he restarts his movements, driving into me and using my cheeks as leverage to keep me in place.
Gargled moans are the only thing I’m capable of while Enzo drags his lips across the side of my temple. My eyes are rolling, my pussy pulsing with euphoria as he works me expertly. His proximity alone is intoxicating, but feeling him use my body in such a savage way has me vibrating with desire.
“That’s such a pretty smile, bella,” he purrs. A tear leaks from my eye, right where his mouth resides. His tongue darts out, catching the droplet.
“What’s wrong?” he mocks, pulling tighter until I squeal. “Does it hurt?”
Despite how deeply my face aches, I’m consumed by the quickly building orgasm low in my stomach. My limbs tremble from the threat of it, eager to be devastated by something other than my own self-loathing.
I nod, drool beginning to pool past my lips and trail down my chin. The noises that follow are uncontrollable, their pitch heightening as he brings me closer.
“Clean your hands off in the water when it washes up, then rub your clit for me. I want to watch you come with such a big smile on your face.”
Almost mindlessly, I wait for the cold water to roll around my legs so I can rinse the sand from my fingers, then move them between my thighs and rub my clit, slipping from how soaked I’ve become. But I’m relentless in my pursuit, and soon I’m reaching the precipice.
“That’s it, you love being a good girl for me, don’t you, baby?” he drawls. “Just like you love coming all over my cock like a desperate little slut.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling another tear slip loose right as the orgasm hits. My hand on my clit freezes as every muscle in my body seizes, unable to move as a storm rolls through it.
I cry out, feeling Enzo wrap an arm around my stomach and bar me against him. I lose all sense of time and space as I’m transported into an entirely different dimension.
A tsunami could sweep us away in this very moment, and I’d be safe from the carnage. I’m no longer wherever I was, I’m only where I should be.
It feels like days pass by the time my consciousness slowly creeps in, grabbing my hand and guiding me back down to earth.
Behind me, Enzo is rolling his hips sensually, working me through the orgasm, his own muscles strained.
My bones are jelly, but my body is instantly hyperaware of his. He’s so close to releasing himself, and his speed is picking up again, feeling my comedown.
With what little strength I have left, I wait until he’s right on the edge and then tear myself from his grip, catching him by surprise.
I twist, grab him by the throat and practically tackle him to the sandy floor.
He falls easily, caught off guard, but my window is minuscule.
His hazel eyes are wide as I position myself between his spread legs, grabbing his drenched cock in my hands and peeking up at him through my lashes.
“You were so close to coming, and I denied you, didn’t I?” Anger flashes across his eyes and the corner of my lips curl upward. “Does it hurt, baby?”
He snaps toward me, but I’m faster, wrapping my mouth around the tip of his cock and sucking harshly, tasting myself on him as I do. His fingers plunge through my curls, fisting them tightly, and I plant my hands on his hips, denying him control.
“Fuck, Sawyer, keep testing me. Your smile is only pretty because of those teeth. I’d hate to see them missing.”
His threat widens my grin, and I look up at him with wide, innocent eyes.
“I’m a desperate little slut and want to feel you come down my throat.”
I’m staring into two pits of golden molten lava as he tightens his hand in my hair, keeping me immobile as he roughly grabs his dick and slides the tip across my lips.
“Good sluts ask nicely,” he murmurs, biting his lip when I stick out my tongue, prompting him to slap his cock on it.
I wrap my hand around his wrist and tip my chin back far enough to rasp, “I never said I was good. I said I was desperate.”
Then, I’m sucking him back into my mouth, despite his grip on my hair. He groans loudly, growling when I graze my teeth along his sensitive flesh, then use my tongue to lave at the underside of his tip.
I put everything I have into giving him pleasure, drool pooling on his stomach as I suck and lick him with fervor.
It doesn’t take long before I have him close to the edge again, his muscles once more locking up. His cock swells in my mouth, and he starts pumping his hips, his head sliding farther down the back of my throat with his thrusts.
“Fuck, just like that, baby. Suck it hard—fuck, yes, yes, yes,” he chants. His head kicks back; only his strong throat is visible as he erupts.