Does It Hurt? (85)

In place of an answer, I sink my middle finger in her wet pussy, my own groan masking her cry.

“Cazzo, quanto sei bagnata,” I murmur.

“Enzo,” she moans, rolling her hips into my hand. I add another finger, curling them as I stretch her, finding that sweet spot and stroking it persistently.

Her cries pitch higher while I use my thumb to rub her clit.

“Please, I need more,” she begs, tearing at my shirt. I’m forced to pull away from her to remove it, but the cold air feels good against my heated skin.

She works on my shorts next, and after some maneuvering, she slides them down my legs and mounts me once more.

Just as she prepares to sink down onto my cock, I stop her.

“No need to rush, bella,” I tell her, and my lips involuntarily pull into a grin when she mewls in outrage.

“You’re going to torture me, aren’t you?” she pants. “You’re supposed to be begging for my forgiveness.”

“Can’t we beg together, baby?” I rasp darkly.

Her mouth falls open, but I’m standing, lifting her in my arms as I do. She inhales sharply, quickly grabbing onto my neck. As if I’d ever let her fall. Not unless it's for me.

I carry her over to the pool, and with each step, she grows stiffer.

“Enzo,” she warns, squirming in my hold and rubbing that sweet, little cunt against my cock. Though I don’t think she intended to, I growl anyway, grinding against her. “Enzo,” she repeats, hysteria in her tone. “Don’t do this to me again. I thought you wanted me to forgive you.”

“Shhh, I’m not going to hurt you, amore mio. I’m going to replace that memory with something good,” I assure her, dropping to my knees and settling her at the edge of the pool.

“You wanted me to apologize for what I did to you on the boat, and I said I wouldn’t until I was sorry.” I brush my lips across her jawline, her body trembling deliciously.

“I’m ready to repent, baby. You tell me to stop, I stop.”

She’s staring at me with wide, panicked eyes. If Sawyer and I do have a one day, then I will make sure she never looks at me like this again. I can’t take back what I did, but I will replace it with something good.

“What are you going to do?”

“Adrenaline can be like an aphrodisiac,” I explain. “The fear, the possibility of death, makes you feel alive. That’s part of the reason why I do what I do.”

“Swimming with sharks turns you on?” she questions with doubt, though she’s entirely distracted. I twist her rigid body around before she can spot the grin on my face. When she’s facing the water, I press my chest to her back, flattening my palm against her stomach and leaning down to whisper in her ear.

“Considering my job isn’t remotely sexual, I don’t get aroused, no,” I say with amusement. “But it does make me feel alive. And this will, too, if you let me show you.”

If I had X-ray vision, I’d see two halves of her brain at war with each other. She’s scared, but she’s also intrigued.

“Will I get aroused?” she asks quietly.

“Si,” I answer. “You will come harder than you ever have before.”

She chews on her lip, still contemplating. “That’s a big promise to make.”

“Then you’d better let me keep it.”

After a moment of consideration, her chin dips in the tiniest of increments, and that primal, animalistic part of me breaks free.

“Bend over,” I order, pushing her upper back down until her nose is within an inch from the water and her round ass is high in the air.

“Bellissima,” I praise, brushing my hand across her backside and squeezing firmly.

She’s gripping onto the edge of the pool so tightly, her knuckles are bleached white. But I don’t give her reassurances. While I want her to feel safe, I also want her to be scared, too.

She should be scared.

I lean down, replacing my hand with my mouth and trailing wet kisses down to her dripping pussy. The closer I get, the louder her panting grows.

“Fuck, you smell so good,” I groan before diving my tongue inside her tight hole. Sawyer moans loudly, the sound echoing throughout the cave as I begin to eat her cunt with vigor.

“Enzo,” she cries, bucking her hips into me. I slide my tongue down to her clit, circling it persistently until her legs are shaking.

“Oh, don’t stop!” She widens her stance and arches her back further to give me a better angle.

She’d have to throw herself in the pool to get me away from her. I imagine this hunger I feel for her is no less savage than a starving shark amongst its prey.

Quickly, I turn away from her and lay on my back, positioning my head between her thighs. Then, I lower her hips until she’s sitting on my face. Her spine straightens, now riding my mouth with just as much ferocity while I lap up every drop she has to offer.

Her hands cup her breasts, tweaking her hardened nipples while her head kicks back, her cries bleeding into screams. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. Enough to bring me to the edge myself. I grab my cock, squeezing tightly until the pain pushes aside the need.

“Oh my God, Enzo, I’m going to come,” she moans. I feel her thighs clenching around my head, and just as she begins to let go, I push her up.