MAEVE HAWTHORN
“Tell me to stop, Maeve,” he repeated and my body shivered at the sound of my name, “I can’t-” His voice trailed off as his tongue owned my mouth.
I also wanted to stop him, I wanted to ask him to get away from me, I wanted to yell and tell him just how much I hated him all over again but I could barely do that now.
My entire being was filled with a spark that he had ignited in me, I was too engrossed in the way my body felt against him, the way my boob pushed up against his chest when he released it, his breath against my lips as he took those little pauses to tell me to stop him.
I was lost in just how perfectly he was kissing me to ask him to stop touching me. His voice was gruff and soothing and each time he pulled away from me, I wanted to curse at him.
“D- Don’t stop.” I begged before I could know it, I was barely aware of my own voice as I pressed my body even harder against him.
His hands slipped up my arms, pulling me even closer, so close that even the tiniest of space felt like five thousand feet. I could feel his uneven breath in my mouth, I could also feel his heart racing, pounding so hard even against my own chest.
Burying my hands in his hair, I couldn’t hold back anymore as I parted my lips to grant him even more access. His tongue sent shivers of desires racing through me.
His long fingers trailed a path down my back while his lips pulled slightly away from my mouth as his tongue explored the recesses of my mouth.
Finally, I felt his long fingers on my cunt and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my already parted lips as I threw my head back.
It felt really good, it felt so good that I felt guilty for enjoying this much pleasure. I shouldn’t be enjoying this, I should be pushing him away and not allowing him to have his way with me.
His kisses sent the pit of my stomach into a wild swirl and the caress of his lips on my mouth and along my body set me aflame.
Why can’t I control myself? Why do I want him to do more of these things to me?
His fingers stroked my wet cunt, teasing the opening of my pussy and even though he hadn’t done anything, I could feel my orgasm building up as my body shook.
Flicking my clit, Enzo inserted a finger into my pussy hole and pulled it out almost immediately. My back arched against him as he trailed a wet path down from my neck to my boobs.
His lips were hard and searching and the cruel ravishment of his mouth was threatening to push me over the edge as his tongue played around with my nipple, flicking it every chance he got while he flicked my clit at the same time.
His lips finally touched my nipples with tantalizing possessiveness, taking the pink, pointy, marble hard nipple into his mouth and I yelped.
This isn’t my designated hell, this is fucking heaven.
My breasts surged at the intimacy of his touch and the feel of his tongue, his touch was light and painfully teasing, making me want more of him.
“More,” I frightened myself with the sound of my own voice as I made that demand with my eyes closed, head thrown back and pussy pulsating like crazy.
“More, Enzo.” I pleaded as my muscles relaxed. I knew he understood what I meant, what I wanted but just like he’s been doing – teasing and making sure I was going crazy – Enzo did nothing but suck on my nipples and stroked my cunt.
My chest heaved as each breath hitched and catch in my throat, “fuck me.” I blurted out before I could think again but like he hadn’t heard me, Enzo went on.
His ardour was surprisingly, touchingly, restrained as his tongue made a path further down, finally getting away from my nipple that I could tell was really red now.
“You sure you want me to do that, Maeve?” Enzo finally asked as his left hand moved from between my thighs to my waist while his right hand cupped my boob.
“You sure you want me to fuck you?” He repeated the question as if he knew that I wasn’t in my right state of mind but there was only one answer to that question at this point.
YES.
“I’m not going to be gentle, Maeve,” he continued as his right hand came back up, leaving my boob so that he could trace his fingertip across my lip.
The stroking of his fingers sent pleasure jolting through me and as my patience thinned, I matched his urgency with my own lusty, unsated need as I reclaimed his lips.
My pussy was dripping wet and the juice was flowing so far down my legs, it was as if I had a tap down there and it was gradually malfunctioning as my pussy clenched and unclenched, yearning for more than this.
I yearned for his fingers, his tongue that was now in my mouth and finally, his cock.
I have never wanted a man as much as I want Enzo De-Luca right now. He’s the bane to my existence but like a moth to a flame, I keep getting drawn to him.
Why was it never like this with Theo?
Enzo’s hands lightly traced a path over the bare skin of my back and shoulders and my breathing has become erratic. We’ve only been kissing and I’ve been begging him to fuck me.
My pussy pulsated so much that I couldn’t stop it and there’s no telling what’s going to happen if I do nothing to stop this insane pleasure coursing through my entire being.
Whenever I kissed Theo, it always seemed forced but kissing Enzo was totally different, it was as though I was in another world.
My whole body was filled with waiting and he was touching me in all the right places, my body burned really hot for him, hotter than I could ever imagine.
My built up intensity, orgasm and everything came crashing down as soon as Enzo finally slid a finger into my opening, pushing it so far into me that I grabbed on tightly to him as a moan of ecstasy slipped through my lips.
What is this and why is it so fucking hot?
I never dreamed his fingers would feel so good, I fantasized about it but it was far beyond my expectations, it was so gentle and I moaned aloud with erotic pleasure.
He pulled his finger out gently and pushed it back in with more force than he did the first time, causing me to hold on more tightly to him, my fingers desperately clawing at his back as I yelped because his fingers are bigger than mine.
“How does this feel?” He whispered into my ear, his hot breath brushing my ear and as I opened my mouth to respond, he repeated the process and I could hardly let anything more than a moan out of my mouth.
“Tell me it feels good, Maeve.” He added as he finger fucked me but my head still felt hazy, I was drawn to a height of passion I had never known before.
Good? This feels way more than good.
“I- it- feels-” I panted, struggling to complete my sentence as his fingers drilled into my tight hole, “oh, Enzo.” Was all I could eventually manage.
“That’s even better, mama,” Enzo groaned in my ear as he finger fucked me, his tongue teasing my ear as he bit my earlobe.
Giving up and surrendering completely to his masterful seduction, his touch, art of talking me through all of this, my body began to vibrate with liquid fire.
“My name, one more time.” He ordered as his finger plunged into me with reckless abandon, my orgasm began building up again and I just knew that one more thrust and I was going to explode.
“Don’t fucking cum until I’ve asked you to,” he ordered, knowing fully well that I was close to orgasm when my pussy walls clenched around his finger.
“Say. My. Name.” He finger fucked me to submission and speechlessness as I swallowed my pant and tried to keep my orgasm at bay.
“Enzo.”
“One more time, mama, I love hearing you say my name.”
“Enzo.”
“Again.”
“Enzo.” My breathing was heavy now, it felt restrained and my eyes rolled as I tried to keep my orgasm in.
“Good girl,” he commended, his fingers twirling inside my pussy while his thumb worked my clit, “you can cum now.” He added.
“Thank you.” I yelled, panting heavily as my pussy spat out more juice than when I’d fucked myself. Enzo held me to himself while I squirted all over him, wetting his pants with my juice.
My cheeks felt hot and the fact that I couldn’t control the amount of squirt coming out of me was embarrassing, I wanted to disappear but he held me even tighter.
“Whole fucking package,” I saw him smirk as he gently laid me back down on the bed, “a squirter.” He finished as he gently slid my flimsy panties down.
His weight was on me and I could feel his boner and this time, I wanted to feel it inside of me, “fuck me, Enzo, please.” I begged, shivering for his cock.
I never would’ve thought that a virgin like me would beg for someone’s dick, especially Enzo’s, I always drew the line at foreplay and when I was with Theo, I was never excited to take it past that.
“Why, Maeve?” He asked, “why do you want me to fuck you when you’re always making it clear to me how much you hate me.” He added as he took my lips again and then pulled away, leaving my mouth burning with fire.
His question was valid but I had no reasonable answer to that question. I wanted to answer it but I could barely think of the right answer.
Why do I want him to fuck me so much?
“Tell me to stop,” his voice trembled and it was as though he was begging, “tell me to stop because I won’t be able to if I go beyond your belly button.” He added as he kissed my belly button.
“I don’t want you to stop.” I said firmly, the embarrassment I once felt leaving me as I looked into Enzo’s green eyes while he looked up at my brown ones.
“You’ve said it.” I could’ve sworn that I saw him smile as he said that. Enzo slid his tongue further down and just when I was expecting his tongue on my cunt, he kissed my inner thigh as he blew air into my pussy.
Fuckkkk.
“You smell so good, Maeve,” he complimented and I felt my pussy spit out more juice, “and I love how slutty your pussy is.” He added.
My eyes closed as he kept kissing my inner thigh, declaring his love for each thigh before unexpectedly, licking off my pussy juice with his hot, wet tongue.
Enzo kissed my clit as his tongue made contact with my cunt, pulling my pussy lips open with his fingers as his tongue plunged in. He soon pulled away and took my clit in his mouth as he started licking my slit up and down.
I’ve never gotten so close to orgasm in such a short minute before, especially after squirting more than once! It feels good. Really good.
“Aaahh,” I screamed as I writhed, my back arching and threatening to leave the bed, “ahhh, Enzo, I’m-” I breathed as I bit my lower lip, trying desperately to hold back my orgasm.
“Fuckkkk.” I screamed as he clamped his lips over my pussy and his tongue reamed me, in and out. I bucked up and down but his mouth stayed right there.
“I can’t- I can’t hold it in.” My toe curled as I screamed, my chest heaved with insane pleasure as my hips bucked with pleasure.
“You can let-” Enzo had barely finished talking when I showered him with spurts of my juice that soaked his face before he could get his mouth back on my cunt so that the rest went directly into his mouth.
My body writhed on the bed and I grabbed the sheets for support as I squirted all over Enzo’s face and into his mouth that was now clamped on my pussy.
Enzo lapped at my juice, sucking and licking me dry until there was nothing left for me to let out of my slutty cunt. Writhing on the bed for long minutes, I couldn’t think, my body trembled and vibrated and despite just having my third orgasm, I still wasn’t satisfied.
I wanted more.
I never would’ve thought myself to be this slutty and I hated to admit but I wanted him, I felt his cock kick and I wanted to feel it kick inside me.
Maybe he had this all planned out already, maybe he knew just how hard it would be for me to resist him and he had decided to use that as his greatest weapon against me.
Or maybe, I’m just best suited for his slut.
“Fuck me, Enzo,” I begged once again, my lips quivering and every iota of shame I thought I had flying right out of the window.
“I want you to fuck me, please.”