22.

MAEVE HAWTHORN.
Setting down the lipstick, I turned around to see Enzo’s eyes on me. His green eyes lighted with lust, compelling and magnetic as they bore into every part of my body.
His eyes left mine and they slid down my body slowly, roaming over my figure while I stood there as if I’d been cursed to remain still.
Seeing the gleam of interest in his eyes made me melt and I felt myself folding, the light of desire illuminated his mellow green eyes and I felt butterflies in my stomach.
Mentally, I caressed his qualities as my eyes also slid down his arms and I couldn’t deny the fact that I missed seeing the tattoos he had covered up because of me.
His long fingers beckoned to me and a tiny glow cheered me when I saw his protruding cock. I didn’t expect seeing his boner to be this exciting but it was a definite turn-on.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it as I watched it move a little. I wanted to feel it, a huge part of me wanted to know how feeling the cock kick like that felt.
Forcing myself to look away from him, his eyes were still fixed on my body and it was way too easy to get lost in the way he looked at me. I waited for him to say something, anything and it wasn’t until then did I realize that I was waiting for him to admit to what he wanted.
His eyes aren’t seductively accessing me for nothing, those green eyes aren’t raping me hardcore just for the fun of it, a bright light flashed between us and it was as though we were in resonance.
My heart pounded and I couldn’t suppress the spark of excitement I felt within me that despite Enzo’s tough nature, I could still manage to get him to simmer down.
My pussy throbbed and the panties I’d slipped on when he turned around to call Levi was starting to feel soaked. Clenching my pussy, I thought that was going to help but my cunt oozed out more juice than I ever thought.
“Fuck, Maeve, you drive me crazy.” I heard him breathe and my whole self was filled with relief when I heard him say that, I felt an overwhelming warm glow and I couldn’t fight back my smile.
Thinking back, my mind immediately drifted off to what my father usually did to me when I was younger and wore something skimpy.
The thought of it made me shudder inwardly and the warm glow was starting to get replaced by a sudden coldness that made me feel like I needed a jacket wrapped around me.
Why does he hate seeing me wear outfits I like?
I’ve tried multiple times to find an answer to that question but no matter how hard I searched, there was no answer to the question.
My father never sexually harassed me but every other thing he did posed half of the trauma a sexual harassment victim would experience.
According to him, he was trying to protect me, to prevent me from getting pregnant at a young age and to protect me from sexual predators but anytime I thought about it, I couldn’t help but ask myself.
Are there no other ways he could have gone about it?
He could have done better than hitting me to the point I passed out and woke up locked in my own room and in a pool of blood that was mine.
He could have corrected me in another way instead of trying to shoot me so many times that my hearing almost became impaired and if a neighbor hadn’t intervened, I probably would have died.
How did I survive all those years?
“With that kind of attitude and dress, you’re bound to be raped to death and your body would be found washed up beside a lake.” His voice resounded in my head and my stomach curled.
“This is probably why your mother died!” He would roar while hitting me, “she probably saw the future and realized what bitch you would grow up to be!”
“She couldn’t handle it! You killed her! YOU KILLED YOUR MOTHER WITH YOUR USELESS PRESENCE!” He would yell and even when I turned eighteen, I couldn’t move out.
Memories hit me so hard that I felt as though I was still living in those gloomy days. I’d put up with my father with a smile on my face and now I’m here, paying off my ungrateful father’s debt.
My fist clenched and I opened my eyes to see that Enzo had gotten close to me, his eyes a mixture of lust and an affection I never thought I could see in his eyes.
My father was wrong.
He couldn’t be more wrong because there’s a man in front of me, staring at me with so much fondness and trying his best to hide just how much he wants to fuck me.
Enzo isn’t like other men.
Other men would take advantage of the situation but despite his hard cock, he was still holding himself back. The warm glow I felt before soon came back. I loved that I had that kind of effect on him and I could feel myself getting even bolder.
“Really?” I asked, my eyes not leaving his cock and my pussy squirting beyond control, Enzo’s eyes were boldly on me as he answered with a breathy voice.
“Yes.” The sound of his low and yet gruff voice made my pussy squirt even more, throbbing even harder and wanting him to get even closer to me.
Enzo took my hand and heat rushed to my face as he looked into my eyes as if searching into my soul for something.
“Do you want to feel it?” He asked, moving my hand and my jaw dropped. I didn’t need a saint to tell me what he meant by that because from the direction my hand was going, I could tell.
Stiffening, I tried to get my hand out of his hole without actually doing anything. I still couldn’t believe that he would let me touch his cock and feel his boner.
Theodore and I dated for more than three years and our relationship has never gone beyond kissing because the son of a bitch told me he wanted my first time to be special.
And then he cheated on me.
Everything about Enzo was different and it filled me with confidence like never before as I finally gave in and let him guide my hand to his boner.
It was thick and I’ve seen it before, I knew it was huge. Images of how huge it was going to be now that he’s hard filled my mind and I bit my lower lip.
Looking up at him, his eyes had darkened with more lust as my grip around his cock tightened a little. I’m used to lustful gazes but something about Enzo’s was different and I folded really badly.
“I’m trying so fucking hard not to fuck you right here, Maeve.” His breath fanned my face and my breath caught in my throat as my grip around his dick tightened.
I had no idea why but my boldness was threatening to push me over the edge I was already in, I swallowed, trying to hide the fact that I was feeling the same way and wanted him to fuck me too.
“Don’t hold back, Enzo,” I said bravely, looking into his fiery eyes, “I’m your slut, treat me as such.” I added and watched as he went completely still.
“You’re playing with fire, kitten.” Enzo rasped out, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes slowly and seductively slid down my body before stopping on my exposed cleavage.
“And I wanna see how hot it burns, daddy.” I responded, if I’d taken any alcohol today, I would have blamed it on that but I hadn’t taken anything but water.
Enzo’s palm grabbed my throat as he lifted my face and kept it in place as he pressed two fingers on my bottom lip, brushing it sensuously and I had no idea why but I opened up my mouth.
His lips curved into a small smile as he pushed his hand into my mouth, “you’re slutty,” he affirmed and I felt his cock kick against me, almost poking me.
“I can’t say no to you, Maeve, not after you’ve asked me to treat you like the slut you are.” He finished, his fingers fucking my mouth while I only stared at him as my pussy throbbed even harder.
He clamped his remaining fingers tightly around my chin as his fingers went deep into my mouth, enough to gag me, causing me to roll my eyes so far back as his fingers stroked my tongue.
“You really want me to pin you against the wall and fuck you until you cum with your legs shaking so much that you can barely stand?” He asked.
Yes. Yes. That’s what I want.
I couldn’t say it out loud because his fingers had gone deeper into my mouth and this time, I knew that I really am going to gag.
“You want a taste of daddy’s cock?”