Page 13 of Lethal Bliss

Enzo is as good with his fingers as he is with his lips. He homes in on my clit. I cry out when he begins to circle it, to tease me as I teased him, all the while assaulting my breasts with oral pleasure.

“Fuck me,” I plead with him. “Please.” The appeal tumbles off my lips of its own accord, long before I can take a pause to consider its appropriateness.

Enzo does not grant it. He continues to circle my magic bean, a pleasurable wickedness that frustrates me.

“Enzo, please.”

I think I hear him chuckle... I’m not sure. What I know is that he’s intent on prolonging my torture and leaving me a sopping wet mess.

Now he finds that spot on the hood of my clitoris and begins to rub it lightly but firmly.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck,” I blabber, rapidly losing control of my senses.

Within, molten magma is boiling over between my legs, building up quicker than it should, quicker than it ever has.

I'm drowning in a sea of pleasure, absolutely incapable of doing anything to stay afloat. My descent into its erotic depths is way too fast. One moment I'm flailing about its surface, the next I'm sinking deep into its depths, drunk on pleasure, utterly bereft of senses.

Now the volcano erupts.

It’s sudden, rocking me violently with a million sensations that blank out everything else. My mind is no longer capable of thought. My body is no longer mine to control. It is now Enzo's plaything, and he's overrun it with zillions of sensual needles, each pricking every inch of my body with mindless pleasure.

“Oh, Enzo,” I cry, shivering like a leaf in the wind.

His lips leave my breasts, and he lowers me a little, enough to bring our faces to the same level. There’s a mischievous smile on his face. “Yes, Flora?”

I don't have any words. I lay my head on his cheeks, still breathing shakily.

He moves his lips closer to my ears, bathing them with warm breath. “NowI'll fuck you.”

CHAPTER 7

Flora

Evenas the announcement registers in my brain, I feel his dick at my opening, demanding entry. He pushes in the tip first in a stroke that wrenches the air out of my lungs.

He feels bigger than I expected he’d be and stretches out my walls with each new inch he plunges into me.

“Enzooooo,” I groan.

“Yes, baby,” he purrs in my ear.

“You are sooo biiig.” I'm not usually this expressive. But it's practically impossible to shut up while he stuffs me with more and more of his meaty shaft.

Soon, his cock is fully buried inside me. It’s throbbing, an undeniably magnificent stake of ownership easily towering above all the others I've ever had.

Still bearing me in his hands, he begins to slowly bounce me up and down his dick.

A new wave of sensations blindsides me, and I convulse with the overload of pleasure.

There is no part of my pussy that is hidden from his massive shaft. It hits and brushes against every single inch of it, stimulating sensory spots I didn't know existed in there.

Gradually, the slow ride begins to pick up, and soon that volcano is bubbling with fresh lava. I feel it building up, an immense pressure that threatens to tear me apart in its explosion.

Just when I'm close to the edge, close enough that I teeter senselessly on its precipice, Enzo slows to a stop and puts me down.

My legs are too wobbly to support me, so I sink to the wet floor while mouthing off protestations.

Enzo kneels next to me, laughing. “Shush, baby. Who said I'm done?”