Semua Bab Reckless Love {Dangerous Passion}: Bab 171 - Bab 180

Only once in college had Diana been brave enough to touch my penis, and I knew she had never been able to forget the feel of my smooth, huge erection in her hands. I knew she would had spent so many years wondering what it would have felt like if she had let me stretch her wide. If she hadn’t been so afraid of her own shadow, maybe she could have risked giving her virginity up to me and i would have plunged into her again and again until we both cried out.Diana POV.I whimpered with pleasure at the X-rated images as he slowly lowered us into the lake, finding a spot deep enough to completely submerge our bodies. “Are you cold?” he said into the curve of my neck, gently punctuating each word by nipping at the sensitive spot behind my ear.I shivered, but not because i was chilled. I had never felt so inflamed. “I’m perfect,” i said with a smile.Although the water was cool, i it felt heavenly rushing across my heated skin as i floated in Enzo's arms, he wrapped my legs around his wais

Enzo's POVAs I continued pounding my cock into Diana's tight wet pussy, i picture Josh's big, lumbering, football-playing body impaling Diana in their bed filled me with rage.But what really killed me, absolutely crucified me, was the fact that I had just experienced the most sexually fulfilling fuck of my life.Hadn’t I been with some of the world’s most beautiful women? Underwear models that put Barbie to shame, movie stars whose perfection created the latest craze in nose jobs and cheekbones, lush women who made Kim Kardashian look like a wallflower.So why was it that one too-thin woman, with enough lines around her mouth at thirty-two to prove just how uptight she was, had to be the only woman who had ever truly driven me insane?Fortunately, i wasn’t a dumb little twenty-one-year-old kid, I'd come to Stanford tonight for closure. Like hell if I was leaving without it.Diana's limbs were wrapped tightly around my neck, his waist, her face was pressed into my neck and she was pa

Enzo had given me that gift tonight. The gift of pleasure. Of satisfaction. Of finally knowing what giving myself to a man, body and soul, was supposed to be like.Sliding down under the steaming water, i groaned with pleasure, feeling so much bolder than I had ever been before, i placed my hand over her pussy and summoned up a picture of enzo in my mind.' Tell me what you want' he had said.My fingers trembled as i found my most sensitive spot and started rubbing small, light circles.Slick wetness flooded between my legs and seemingly of its own volition, my other hand found my breast.'What do you want me to do to your pussy?'Heat rushed through me, Aching, desperate arousal. Arching my body into my hand, i threw her head back and cried out his name as I rubbed faster and shudders racked through my entire body.Still in a daze, i dried off and crawled naked under my covers, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.I woke to the insistent bleeping of my cell phone. It was Maddy, it h

I picked up my fork and small talk commenced again, mostly centering on how good josh had looked last week when my father took care of some business with him. My parents still fawned all over my ex-husband, and i sat as still as a rock, taking the familiar family scene in, not saying a word (no one expected her to, anyway).Yet, at the same time, I wasn’t really seeing my parents. Wasn’t really listening to what they were saying. Because suddenly, I couldn’t suffer through one more Sunday brunch. Not without rocking the boat at least once in my life.Feeling reckless, I said, “The funniest thing happened to me at the reunion last night,” i began, waiting for my parents to ask me to tell them more. But it was as if I hadn’t even spoken. My mother got up to refill my father’s wineglass and he started another boring tale about golfing with some old cronies from work.How long had i been living like this? With no one paying the least bit of attention to what i had to say? Dozens of Sunday

I paused at the swinging door that separated the the main entrance from the outer entrance, and reminded myself that despite how attractive she was, and how much i wanted her, I wasn’t a big enough idiot anymore to let myself fall for her game again.I wasn’t interested in being her gentle, concerned lover until she found her next Mr. Born on the Right Side of the Golf Course.The truth was, I had botched my plan Saturday night to erase her from my memory. I had wanted one last look, enough impartial data to know that i was well and completely over her. But everything had backfired.Because I had gotten wrapped up in her. Her scent, her kisses, her beauty.Lucas was right. I was all twisted up over diana. And it made me angry at myself. And at her.The thought occurred to me that for her to have come here today, something must have pushed her to the brink. A part of me idly wondered what that final shove to the edge could have been. Her parents were no prize. Neither was her ex-husban