Taken By My Fiancé’s Cousin

    I glanced at the clock on the wall, at 2:17 a.m. Luca still wasn’t home.

I could have told myself the usual lie: He’s the Verri  heir, Sofia. He’s out doing dirty work. But I know better now.

Ever since I’d overheard the rumors about his little playground, the one he built himself. He went there to fuck different pussies, different mouths, different asses, while I lay here alone, throbbing and wet and useless.

I tore the silk robe off my shoulders and let it fall on the floor. Just the tiny black thong remained, already soaked through. My ovulation was making me insane, my nerves screaming for hard, warm cock and not the pathetic tease from my fingers.

I dropped onto the couch with my legs spread wide, I shoved two fingers inside myself. My pussy clenched greedily, but it wasn’t enough. It wanted to be stretched, filled, used. If it had a voice it would have screamed at me.

I yanked my hand away in frustration, glaring into the dark. Luca had thrown out all my toys weeks ago.

“You don’t need plastic when you have me,” he’d said with that smug grin. I hated him. I hated my family more for promising me to the Verri family like I was a fucking contract. I hate my father. 

I was about to give up and drag myself to my bed, and try to sleep through the ache when I heard shuffling at the front door.

My hand shot under the couch cushion, taking the gun Luca kept there. What it a Rival gang? I thought.

Then the door opened and it wasn’t Luca.

From where I sat, I saw Luca's cousin stepping inside, with his gun already raised. I didn’t know how I knew it was him. But he is one hell of a man. Built like a Greek God just like Luca. 

“Chill, Enzo,” I said. “It’s me.”

“Fuck!” he exhaled, holstering the weapon.

“I’m sorry, Sofia.”

“Why the hell are you creeping around in the dark?” I asked, still not closing my legs.

I heard shuffling, then the lights snapped on.

Enzo froze, his gaze dropping instantly onto my body.

“What the fuck?” he muttered under his breath.

“Enzo?” I tilted my head. “What?” I asked teasingly.

That’s when I remembered: I was wearing literally nothing, but I didn't care.

His eyes were glued to my boobs.

Enzo Verri, My fiancé's cousin, the famous NBA star, the man who could put a bullet between someone’s eyes from half a mile away, was staring at me like an idiot.

He forced his gaze back at my face. It took visible effort.

“Why are you here?” I asked, letting my thighs part a little more, just enough to make the wet spot on the thong obvious. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

He cleared his throat. “Luca sent me. Said he wouldn’t be coming home tonight. Told me to… spend the night with you. Make sure you’re safe.”

I laughed bitterly. “He’s at Sinful Adventure, right?”

Enzo hesitated. “Y…yes.”

The stammer was so unlike him. Enzo didn’t stammer. Ever.

He is clearly uncomfortable. Or maybe painfully hard. Hard to tell with the dark trousers. well his cousin fiancee being Practically naked isn't a comfortable sight. 

“You’re always less busy for an NBA star," I said.

“Didn’t know NBA players play during 2am," he said, like I just said the dumbest thing.

“I’ll just… go to the guest room,” he muttered, already turning away like he know his way around, this is his first time here. 

I stood up, letting the thong ride higher between my ass cheeks as I walked towards him.

“Luca told you to spend the night with me,” I said sweetly. “Why are you running?”

His shoulders tensed.

I closed the distance between us until I could smell his cologne, different from Luca’s. My nipples brushed his shirt through the lace.

“Enzo,” I whispered, reaching up to trace the line of his sharp jaw with one finger. “You’re family. Practically my brother-in-law.”

His breath hitched.

“And Luca’s out fucking strangers while I’m here dripping for cock. Seems unfair, doesn’t it?”

His conflicted, hungry eyes snapped at mine.

“Sofia…” he said.

I pressed my palm flat against his hard chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart. I went lower until my fingers grazed the thick ridge straining against his zipper. His cock is big, just like Luca's, God really took his time on the Verri men.

“You’re hard,” I murmured. “For your cousin’s fiancée.”

He didn’t pull away.

I tipped my lips, brushing his ear. “If Luca can have his playground… maybe I can have mine.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking,” he growled.

I smiled against his skin. “I know exactly what I’m asking.”

"I want my fiancé's cousin cock buried in my cunt."

I sank to my knees right there in the foyer, my eyes locked on his, my fingers already working his belt like some desperate motherfucker. He didn't resist me, Good boy. 

His cock sprang free, it’s thick, veiny, and curved slightly just like an anchor tip. This might be better than Luca's.

Enzo groaned, his hand coming down to fist my hair.

“Fuck, Sofia… we can’t…”

“We can,” I whispered, wrapping my fingers around the base of his dick. It pulsed under my touch. “And we will.”

I leaned forward, flicking my tongue out to taste the salty precum at the tip. Enzo hissed, his hips jerking. I took my time, teasing licks along the underside, circling the head, letting my saliva drip down the shaft. My free hand cupped his balls, it is heavy and full, rolling them gently as I worked him.

He tasted like salt and something tasty. Fuck.

My pussy clenched in jealousy, but I focused on Enzio’s cock, sucking his head into my mouth like candy.

“Fuck…” Enzo’s grip tightened in my hair. “That mouth… Luca doesn’t know what he has.”

I hummed around him, taking him deeper until he hit the back of my throat. Gagging slightly, but pushing through the tears pricking my eyes I swallowed the thickness of him. His hips bucked, fucking my mouth in shallow thrusts.

“Good girl,” he rasped, his voice breaking. “Take your soon to be brother-in-law’s cock like you need it.”