Chapter 11 SLIPPERY SINS 3
SLIPPERY SINS 3
PAMELLA
Enzo's home was picturesque. Too grand and very quiet, as we stepped in. But all I could feel was his hand on my lower back.
"This is our home now, Bella." He glanced at me, eyes roaming over my body.
"I like it." I smiled, taking in the space.
"I know you will." His hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me into his chest.
He lowered his head to my neck and inhaled my scent. "You smell so good, Bella. So perfect."
I flushed. My mind warm and fuzzy.
He pushed me closer, pressing me against his hardness. I bit down a moan, my core throbbing and aching. Still soaked from sucking him in the car.
He pulled back, just a bit to look at me, then my lips. "Oh Bella," he murmured darkly and crashed his lips over mine.
The kiss was rough, desperate, and hot. He cupped my ass, pulling me closer to him.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as my knees buckled. He lifted me effortlessly and wrapped my legs around his waist, his cock pressed into me. I clung onto him, hard and breathless, as his tongue shoved deeper, licking and sucking every corner of my mouth.
His kisses became darkly possessive, trailing from my lips to my neck, as he walked us further into the room.
The next moment we were inside a bedroom. He shot the door. And that simple, soft click, made me overly aware that I wasn't leaving this room anytime soon.
He threw me on the soft bed, and just... Stood there, watching me. His obsidian orbs darkened, with undeniable lust and need.
Our breath was ragged and filthy pants filled the room.
The sheets were jet black, velvet headboard and silver restraints already tied to each post.
This man... Had planned to ruin me.
A floor to ceiling mirror stood at the foot of the bed, and my reflection stared back at me. Flushed freckled cheeks, wild brunette hair, wet swollen lips and lustful green eyes
"Strip," he ordered.
I looked up to him, hesitating.
"You've undressed for me so many times in my dreams," he murmured, voice dark and visceral. "Now, I want to see you do it in real life."
I exhaled shakily, then reached for the zipper of my dress. Slowly I pulled it down, inch by inch, until the fabric fell around me feet.
His gaze burned me. My nipples hardened. My skin flushed.
I unclipped my bra and slid my panties down. Warm air grazed my skin as I laid there... Naked, wet and exposed.
He drank me in like a starving man. The bed dipped in, as he crawled up to me, circling me like a wolf. The warmth and heat exuding from him wrapped around me like a haze.
Then, he grabbed my chin. "Spread your legs. Arms up."
My legs parted on their own. My arms up.
"Dripping," he murmured, "Still wet from sucking my cock."
His finger dipped inside my wetness as he ran slow, taunting circles around my clit.
I moaned and threw my head back.
His finger glistened with my wetness as he pulled it out, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"So fucking sweet." He groaned, his eyes fluttering low, and undone.
He grabbed my wrist and tied them to the headboard. Then moved to my ankle, he secured them to each corner of the bed until I was completely open. Helpless. Wet.
“Look at you,” he rasped. “My dirty little dream slut. Finally in my bed. Finally mine.”
He dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed and grabbed my thighs, spreading them even wider. Then he started to lick.
Not just my pussy.
Everywhere.
He kissed and licked my toes, sucked each one slowly, eyes locked on mine. Then up my ankles, calves, knees.
My thighs were already shaking when he got there.
“Fucking soaked,” he muttered. “I can smell how bad you want to cum.”
And then—he buried his face between my legs. Tongue flat, hot and wicked. He licked my ass to my clit, groaning as he devoured me.
I gasped, moaned, bucked, but I was tied up. I couldn't move. Couldn’t stop him. He set me ablaze.
He licked like he was starving. Sucked my clit, like it was sweetest thing he'd ever had.
He pushed a finger into me. Fingered me deep, while he sucked and licked off my juices. He Spat on my pussy and licked it up again.
I screamed when he slid two fingers inside and curled them just right.
“Where’s that pretty squirt, Bella?” he whispered. “I know you have it in you. Show me.”
He pumped his fingers harder, faster, his tongue flicking over my clit.
My stomach tightened, “Enzo—!” his name tore from my chest before I could stop it.
I squirted. Hard.
My juice shot out, spraying and wetting his mouth, his chin, the sheets. I cried out, my thighs shaking uncontrollably.
He moaned. Actually moaned. And kept going.
"Oh god!"
He didn't stop until I came again. Again and again.
By the time he stood up, I was a soaked mess. Quivering, panting, and crying from his brutality.
"You've been dreaming of this cock every night," he rasped, his voice husky as he unzipped his pants. "Now, I'm going to put it so deep in you, you'll forget where the dream ends and reality begins."
His cock sprang free, painfully hard and throbbing, dripping pre cum down his shaft.
He shrugged off his shirt, leaving him completely naked, and unapologetically male. All muscle, smoldering heat, and raw masculine virility.
He climbed on top of me, grabbed me by the throat and growled. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Bella."
His cock rubbed my heat, he was so hard.
Without warning, he shoved into me —Hard and deep.
He didn't give me time to adjust. Didn't slow down.
I screamed, and he groaned darkly. "That's right. Take it. You're mine now, Bella. All fucking mine."
His hips slammed into me, brutal, fast, merciless. The sound of our wet bodies slapping echoed around the room. My tits bounced, my tied wrists tugged at the restraints, but I couldn't move.
He leaned down, licking sweat from my neck, then biting my nipples — hard.
I screamed again. He spanked my pussy. Once. Twice. Hard. And slammed into me harder, then slowed down.
“Say it,” he growled. “Tell me who owns this pussy.”
Slam!
“You!” I cried. “You do!”
Slam!
“Louder.”
Slam!
“You own me, Enzo. You fucking own me!”
“That’s right, Bella. This body is mine. This throat. This cunt. These fucking dreams you gave me—I’m collecting every single one.”
He pulled out, flipped me over—still tied—and slammed back in from behind. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanked my head back, and spit into my mouth.
“Swallow it, Bella. That’s your fucking lube.”
I swallowed it and moaned. He pounded me— his thrusts ruthless. I cried, screaming his name like it was the only word I knew.
He reached under, and rubbed my clit furiously, "Squirt on my cock, Bella. Do it. Now."
"Fuckk—Enzo—please!!"
I shattered. Gushing around him, soaking his balls, moaning like a possessed woman. Begging and clenching.
He kept fucking me through it, relentless.
“I’m not done,” he growled. “Not until I’ve filled you. Marked you. Claimed you so deep you’ll taste me for days.”
He kept pounding—furious, insane, obsessed.
Until finally, his cock twitched, swelling. With a deep guttural roar, he slammed deep one last time and exploded inside me. Spurting thick, hot, endless cum.
He collapsed over me, both of us panting like we’d run through hell.
Then he untied me. Pulled me close and kissed my forehead.
"You're my dream come through, Bella. You’re mine now and forever. And tonight? I’m tying you up again… and we’re not stopping until you pass out from pleasure."
"Come on, give me those lips." He murmured and took my lips in a slow, wet and sensual kiss. His cum dripping down my thighs.