Page 114 of The Masked King

I stop licking. “Nu-huh. I want to see you, Demi. I want to watch you come.”

With a groan, she tosses the pillow aside and tilts her chin towards the ceiling. “More, Enzo. I’m so close.”

I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue. “More of that? Talk to me, baby.”

“Suck it.”

“What word did you forget?”

“Please, Enzo. Please suck my clit until I can’t fucking breathe.”

I smile and blow on the swollen nub to cool it down. “That’s more like it.”

I drag my tongue hard across it, feeling it spasm, then I lick it gently, reverently, giving it the attention it deserves, before I give her what she wants. The instant I suck it between my lips, she groans out loud.

“I can’t hear you,” I pause sucking long enough to say.

“Please don’t make me scream, Enzo. The nurses…”

“Will be so fucking jealous when they hear you come.”

She huffs out a sound that’s part chuckle and part I’m-coming-right-fucking-now breathlessness.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“Don’t… stop…”

“Oh, baby, that’s music to my ears.”

I flick my tongue back and forth across her clit, then suck on it hard, feeling it swell and pulse inside my mouth. Lick and suck. Lick and suck, until her body bucks, and then I smother it with my mouth and give it the flat of my tongue while she writhes and wriggles underneath me, and her orgasm crashes through her.

When her body goes limp, I free my cock from my pants and rub it around her entrance. “Want more?” I say, my voice like gravel.

“Yes.” It’s barely more than a whisper.

I slide the slick head of my shaft inside her, knowing that this is going to be the quickest climax in the history of time. “Tell me what you want, Demi.”

“I want you, Enzo.” It ends with an inhale that’s almost a sob.

I lower my body on top of her, supporting myself on my good side, and slide my cock in deep, seating it all the way to my balls. “Feels like fucking heaven.”

She smiles, her whole face lighting up as she winds her fingers through my hair and pulls my face to hers. “I love you, Enzo Sabatelli.”

I kiss her while her walls tighten around me and I find my rhythm, my strokes hard and demanding, my own orgasm too close to hold out.

“You’re stuck with me now, baby,” I murmur against her lips.

“Is that a promise?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

My lips crush hers as I reach my climax, filling her up with my cum, my body juddering on top of her until we’re both finally still.

Eventually, when our breathing has calmed, and her walls start evicting me from inside her, I roll onto my side and mold her body to mine.

“I love you too, baby. Don’t ever forget it.”

I’m still smiling when I close my eyes and allow sleep to finally claim me.