Milked

His grip tightened in my hair, his hips jerking as he fucks my throat. Saliva ran down my chin, dropping onto my tits. My eyes watered, but I didn’t stop. I sucked harder.

“Fuck Sofia, I’m going to cum if you keep that up,” he rasped.

I pulled off with a wet pop, looking up at him with a wicked smile.

"Not yet. I want you inside me. I want my fiancé’s cousin to fuck me raw while he’s out burying his dick in strangers."

I could feel Enzo's control snapped.

He hauled me up by the arms, spun me around, and shoved me face-down over the foyer table. He yanked my thong aside roughly.

Cool air hit my pussy, then I felt the head of his cock nudging my entrance.

"Are you sure?" he growled.

I pushed back, taking the tip half an inch inside me. "Fuck me like you hate him."

He slammed into me with one brutal thrust that stretched me wide and made me cry out. He's big, too big. 

He was thicker than Luca, curved just right to hit that spot deep inside. My walls fluttered around him instantly.

"Goddamn," he groaned, pulling back only to slam in again. "So fucking tight… wetter than any club slut."

I moaned in pleasure and pain as he thrust into me at a punishing rhythm, he fisted my hair while his other hand gripped my hips so hard I knew it would leave a bruise.

“Luca is such a fool, he rasped.”

“Yes Enzo, harder!!!!

In one swift move, he flipped me onto my back on the table, and placed my legs on his hard shoulders. His dark eyes staring into mine with something dangerous.

“You want to come? He rasped, his thrust turning erratic. "So do you want me to breed you? To make sure Luca raises my kid?"

The words wrecked me. I came hard, screaming, my nails raking down his shirt back as I milked him. I've never cummed this fast before. Fuck. 

Enzio came with a groan, his hot cum flooding into me. I felt it leak out and down my legs.

My Pussy clenched around him like it never wanted to let go. The fuck?

Enzo suddenly went still.

“This is enough, he said as he regretted what had just happened.

I blinked up at him, still panting. “I’m… nowhere near satisfied.” I said, trying to catch my breath.

I felt his cock twitch inside me.

He pulled out anyway, his jaw clenched tight.

“The fuck?” I snapped. “Luca asked you to come keep me company!”

“He didn’t tell me to fuck his fiancée,” Enzo shot back, already pulling his pants up.

“Well, we already fucked, Enzo. Let’s just finish it.”

He let out a short, disbelieving chuckle. “You will soon be sister-in-law, Sofia.”

I rolled my eyes. “You knew that minutes ago when you had your dick buried in my cunt.”

He scoffed, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe what he’d just done.

I slid off the table with shaky legs. Angry at him, at myself. 

“Fuck him,” I muttered. “And fuck my horny ass self. And fuck Luca too.”

I stormed toward my room.

           I groaned and rolled over, only to freeze when the sharp ache between my legs reminded me exactly what I’d done last night. My thighs were sticky.

I sat up slowly.

Luca still wasn’t home.

I dragged myself out of bed and walked to the bathroom, not bothering with clothes. When I looked in the mirror, I almost laughed.

There were faint bruises on my hips, a red mark on my throat from Enzo’s grip, and dried cum still streaked down my inner thighs. I looked thoroughly fucked.

I turned on the shower, stepped under the hot water, and scrubbed until my skin stung. It didn’t help. The ache between my legs only pulsed harder, like my body was still angry that Enzo hadn’t fuck it all night.

I came out wrapped in a towel, and I walked outside my room and down the hallway, I stopped by the kitchen. 

Enzo stood at the counter in yesterday’s clothes, pouring coffee like nothing had happened. He looked up when he heard me, and for a second neither of us spoke.

His eyes dropped to my bare legs, then back to my face. His jaw tightened.

“Morning,” he said flatly.

I raised an eyebrow. “That’s all you’ve got? After last night?”

He set the coffee pot down harder than necessary. “Last night was a mistake.”

I laughed. “A mistake you came inside of.”

His nostrils flared. He looked away, then forced himself to meet my eyes again.

“It won’t happen again.”

“Why?” I stepped closer, still only in the towel. “Because of who I am? Or because you’re scared of Luca?”

He didn’t answer.

 “He still isn’t home, you know. Maybe he’s still buried in some pussy. Maybe he won’t even notice if we go at it again.”

Enzo’s hand tightened around his coffee mug. For a second I thought he might actually cross the kitchen and pin me against the counter.

“Get dressed, Sofia. Luca texted. He’s on his way back.”

My stomach dropped.

“When?”

“Twenty minutes.”

I tightened the towel around my chest. “So what now? We pretend nothing happened?”

Enzo finally looked at me properly, conflicted. 

“That’s exactly what we do,” he said. “For both our sakes.” Or we get killed.”

He turned and walked out of the kitchen.

Twenty minutes.

I had twenty minutes to decide whether I was going to act like a good little fiancée…

…or whether I was going to make sure my Fiancé's cousin take me again, but that would mean death if we get caught. 

I’m screwed because I really want Enzo's cock.

Again.