BONUS STORY: TANYA & ENZO.

FIVE: 

Enzo's POV: 

I felt someone's presence as the hairs on the back of my neck stood. My eyes snapped open and I stumbled back nearly landing on my ass.

Minchia!

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” I growled and the blonde chaos standing before me smiled.

What was there to smile about?! 

Couldn't she see just how startled and furious I was?

She moved closer and I was painfully aware of my naked state. “You've been avoiding me.” Her eyes remained on mine.

Yes, I have.

It was best to deal with whatever these feelings were while they were still premature.

“That doesn't give you the right to do this,” I said, a warning edge to my tone but if she noticed, she didn't show it. 

“What am I doing?” She asked innocently as I was aware of the fact that the shower I'd left on was soaking up her pale, silky nightgown pretty fast.

“Why are you even here?” I gritted, trying my best to not react to that very obvious, very hard nipple.

“Like what you see?” She teased and my eyes snapped up to hers, but she'd already caught me staring.

I tried to be reasonable. Act matured.

I was mature.

If I was going to stick to my decision, I shouldn't think with my cock or let her sway me. We could talk it out like adults. I'll apologize for stalking her and we'll go our separate ways.

I cleared my throat, “Look, Tanya—” 

“I prefer ‘Kitty Blondie,’ sir.” 

My traitorous cock twitched. I ignored it, standing my ground. “Let me round things up here and we will discuss what happened.” 

But she shook her head, and in the same breath, she stepped underneath the shower letting the water drench her completely. 

Her hair got darker and stuck to her skull. And the nightgown… Jesus, she might as well be naked.

“W-what a-are are you doing?”  I was stammering, I don't do that. Ever.

“Does it look like I came here to talk?” She was running a hand through her soaked hair as she moved away from the shower. “I'm here for something else, sir.” 

My resolve was wavering.“Call me Enzo.” 

“Oh?” She frowned, closing in on me. “But I think you like being called ‘sir’ very much.” 

I did. A bit too much and that was the problem. 

Hearing it from the woman I wouldn't mind pinning under me and fucking her into next week made it even worse. She was the one woman I should be avoiding…

“Relax,” she chuckled, probably sensing my internal battle. “It's not like I bite or anything.” 

Well, she could bite me and it'd have me cumming in seconds.

No.

No.

Not going down that route.

But when she dropped to her knees before me, I knew it was a lost battle—I think this had always been a losing battle for me from the moment I began stalking her last year. 

“Please, sir,” she gazed up at me. “Let me have a taste of you. I'm dying to.” 

This is bad, Enzo. You shouldn't do this, you made a decision.

But that decision flew out the window the moment I felt her hand on my thigh, caressing it. All the blood from my body rushed south, and my cock grew longer, harder, and fatter.

She giggled, eyeing my cock like it was her favorite meal… “A grower. A pretty impressive grower.” 

I felt tongue-tied. I promise, I usually was in control of everything. My emotions, the business, the guards, the women I take to bed but this girl… she made me seem like I was a naive virgin.

She moved closer and when she wrapped her fist around the base of my hard cock, I hissed in pleasure.

“I'm going to make it so good for you, sir.” 

Fuck sensible actions.

“Put me in your mouth, maiala, let's see how good of a cocksucker you are.” 

She beamed like I'd praised her and in the next second, she swallowed me whole. The back of my head hit the glass. No preamble, no warning, no teasing, she swallowed me to the hilt like it was nothing. Like I was small and I wasn't, not by any means.  

No gag reflex in sight.

My knees grow weak.

Hot, wet, tight throat contracted around my head and I saw stars. “Fuck, fuck, kitty,” I breathed.

That seemed to spur her on as she quickly got down to business. She wrapped her hand around the base, bobbing on the remaining length with ease, hollowing her cheeks every time her talented mouth moved up my cock.

She slurped on my cock, making it sloppy, messy as she swiped her tongue around the sensitive head. My breathing turned labored, I couldn't stop my groans as I tried to grab the glass stalls and failed woefully.

She swallowed me whole again, letting my head sit on the back of her throat and then, she moaned around it. The vibrations sent strong waves of pleasure down my spine, I almost moaned from it.

Fuck. How was she this good at this?

And just when I thought that was her best, she let my cock slip free from her mouth with an audible wet pop. She went down, swiping her warm tongue across my balls. My thighs shook. 

I moaned. “Jesus.” 

She giggled and then swallowed both of my balls while her hand continued to work my cock, stroking furiously as she drove me to the brink of insanity.

“Dio, you're sucking me so good.” 

At my praise she doubled down her efforts and I could already feel my balls drawing up. I was so close, just right then….

And then, her mouth left my balls, she stood, smiling much to my displeasure. Her mouth glistening with saliva, pupils blown so wide the irises almost seem nonexistent, the drenched nightgown deliciously highlighting her goodness.

She looked wrecked, just from sucking my cock and when she lifted her hands, trialing those visibly, hard and fat nipples, I lost it.

This night was far from over.