strokes. He needed to feel her. He lifted her and maneuvered them around so that her pussy was on his face as he lay flat on the couch. “Enzo!” she squealed in surprise at the fast change of position, and when his tongue flickered out she almost jumped off him, except he had one arm wrapped around her holding her down. “Oh, God,” she moaned breathlessly. “I’m going to smother you with my pussy if you don’t let me go,” she said as she ground her pelvis against him, obviously not caring whether or not she in fact smothered him. When he laughed, she scolded him. “You can’t laugh when your face is practically in my ovaries.” He laughed again, and she reached down the length of his body and readjusted herself so that he was now in her mouth. She sucked him as he licked her and in no time they were both lost in the pleasure of it all. He thrust his dick deep in her mouth; at the same time he held her ass cheeks apart as he continued to devour her pussy.
“Can’t hold on. Come with me,” he grunted as he moved his hips up.
She didn’t have to be told twice. She cupped his balls and continued to bob her head up and down as he came in long hot spurts in her mouth at the same time that his tongue plunged deep inside her, making her come hard and fast in his mouth.
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Half an hour later, Jamie Lynn was sprawled on top of Enzo, naked, on the floor. “Will I actually make it to the gym, you think?” he said gruffly as he caressed her back.
She chuckled. “Why are we on the floor?”
“Not sure how we ended up here, but I have noticed you’re on top of me a lot.”
“It feels good to be on top of you,” she admitted, snuggling closer still.
Jamie Lynn weighed next to nothing, and he found himself carrying her often. His ex-wife had complained that he’d been cold and inattentive, as well as unaffectionate. Now, after spending a mere twenty-four hours with Jamie Lynn, he’d realized that his ex was right. He had been all those things…with her. With this little pixie, he wanted to touch her all the time, carry her, care for her, protect her. It was too soon for any sort of declaration, but the more time he spent with her, the more he knew he didn’t want to end their time together anytime soon.
She stood up and reached her hand down to him. “Come on, Pretty Boy. Time to get up and go work out.” She left him standing naked in the middle of the room as she padded to her bedroom to change. “I texted Jessica and she has a yoga class starting soon, which will keep me busy while you do your thing, since you can’t seem to let me go,” she said teasingly. But wasn’t that the truth? He didn’t want to let her go.
JL was in her room changing when her house phone rang twice before the answering machine picked up.
“JL! JL! You worthless little shit!” came a roar over the answering machine. Half dressed, JL ran to the kitchen and tapped on the machine.
“Who was that?”
She walked passed Enzo, refusing to meet his eyes. “No one. It’s nothing. Let me grab my sneakers and—”
He followed her to her room. “Who was that?” he repeated as the phone began to ring again.
She looked at him for a moment as the machine again picked up. She was about to run back when he beat her to it and took the phone off its cradle. “Hello?”
“Hello? Who’s this?”
“You called here. Who is this?”
“It’s Rita. JL’s mama. Is she there?”
The fact that a woman would speak to her daughter like that shocked him. “She is. But I will not pass the phone to her while you are yelling.”
JL stood by, chewing on the side of her nail, her leg jumping up and down like a sewing machine. He reached for her and tucked her close.
“Oh? Oh! I see she got herself a new man. You’re not makin’ a good impression on her mama by refusing to give her the phone.” The woman took a deep breath. “Listen, darlin’, I don’t know what my daughter’s told you about me, but I’m in a little bit of a bind. You see, my car broke down in the middle of I-95 and I need some cash for a