Gabrielle Morgan
"Does this look okay?" I question as I look at myself in the mirror. I'm clad in a black thinned strap dress that goes to my ankles with a shoulder cropped sweater with some sandals on.
Enzo looks at me before his eyes roam me entirely. I pick at my nails as I watch him stand and pocket his phone.
His bottom lip goes in his mouth as he stands behind me. "I would say change, but you just look so good."
I smile before turning around and wrapping my arms around his neck. "Thank you handsome." I peck his lips before smiling.
His arms wrap around my waist as I feel one of his hands cup my ass through the dress. "This ass is mine." His eyes go to the mirror.
I turn my head to look in the mirror. "Yes it is." My hand drags down his body before stopping on his center. "And this dick is mine." I smile.
"Mhm yes it is." He grins.
I check my watch and see we're just about thirty minutes late. "Alright come on. You know how Ethan is."
"I sure do. His impatient will probably be waiting at the door when we pull up."
I agree before hopping into the jeep and pull off.
•••
Music can be heard five miles from the house. Enzo parks on the side before getting out and opening my door for me.
I say thanks and we walk together the front door where a very mad looking Ethan stands.
"Told you." Enzo whispers in my ear.
"Where have you guys been? You're an hour late." I laugh before hugging him.
"A party doesn't have a specific time to when it starts. So you shouldn't be surprised we're late."
"Yeah okay but you left me alone with all these people."
"You invited them." Enzo exclaims.
"So what I didn't think this many pipes would show!" His arms go up in a whine as her looks back at the house.
"Yeah well buddy, this one's on you." Lorenzo grabs my jeans before leading me inside the packed house.
It smell of smoke, sweat, and sex. The three S's.
We make our way to the kitchen. I lean on the counter as I watch Enzo grab two waters out the fridge. He hands me one before opening his and taking a swig of it.
"So how many people you do you think is in each room upstairs?" He questions as he stands beside me.
"Hmm I don't know. How many rooms are there?" He says about seven making me nod. "I beg each room is taken except from his."
He laughs before agreeing with me.
"Probably so because he locks his room every time he has a party." I laugh before throwing my empty bottle in the trash.
"Let's dance mister quiet."
•••
"Go white boy go." Someone shouts from the crowd as I twerk on Lorenzo. My hands are on my knees as I'm bent over, ass on his pelvis as he catches my every throw.
The song No Hands came on about five minutes ago and since then, I've just been throwing it on him in all directions.
His hands have been on my waist since then and he's kept up with all the throws he's received.
A crowd has formed around us as they watch him keep up. I guess people guessed he couldn't keep up but my man knows what to do.
This is not his first rodeo.
The song comes to an end as I finally stop throwing ass and turn around to be greeted with a red faced Enzo.
I laugh as I drag him away and into the kitchen. "You okay?" I question to which he response with a shake of his head.
"We need to leave. Like now." I look at him then down to his pants to see they've gotten a little tight in the center.
"Okay that's fine with me. I'm tired from all that twerking." I explain as I drink another water.
"Yeah well you're helping me out since you did this." I laugh as I drag him out by his hand.
I find Ethan sitting on a couch sucking the face of my best friend. I whistle lowly before turning back around and walking out the door.
I'll just shoot him a text saying we left. I hope in the truck and pull off as soon as Enzo puts his seatbelt on.
•••
*Warning smut is involved*
"Oh fuck fuck." I shout out as Enzo drills into me. I'm bent over with a pillow under my stomach, he's hitting me from the back as I look into the mirror.
"That's it baby, look at your pretty self in the mirror. That's it." He whispers out making my eyes roll back more as he speeds up somehow.
"That's it, you got it. Just hold on to me, just like that." He speaks as I grab onto his arm from behind.
"Ooh daddy fuck, it hurts." I squeal as I feel myself squirt. He doesn't stop though and keeps going.
"That's my good girl. Good job baby, just give me two more and then we're done. I swear this time." He smiles but his eyes hold a glint in them from what I can see through the mirror.
"Lorenzo." I scream out as his drills become faster and my legs starts shaking more. He pulls out before flipping me over so that I'm now laying on my back.
He spreads my legs apart and puts one on his shoulder. He aligns himself before sliding in again.
His hand goes to my neck, squeezing my neck as he throws his head back. His abs reflect in the moonlight of my window as they move along with his body.
His v-line reflects sweat as it moves with him. The sound of our breathing and slapping has me gasping as I feel another orgasm coming.
This would be considered my fourth one of the night since we got back and I would just like to say...wow.
"Fuck I can't hold it. I'm sorry." He says before I feel his warmth inside me. I moan out as my own orgasm begins.
He leans over me, taking my lips into a sweet kiss before whispering into my ear.
"Fuck you drive me crazy."
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My Quiet Guy
Romance"Dance with me!" I speak as I drag him off the couch by his arms. His sleepy figure follows along with me as I move to the side of my living room. "No let me sleep!" He cries out as he tries to fall back down on the couch. I pinch his arm and drag h...
