The Enemy

Chapter Twenty-One

~Matteo~

"Jesus Matteo. Please stop I can't take anymore." Samora begs me to stop while I continue sucking on her clit. We've had sex four maybe five times last night before she collapsed and passed out on me. Good thing too because I was starting to run on E. I fell asleep right after her and woke up at seven, took a shower and I was originally planning on letting her sleep for a bit longer. But watching her sleep with her beautiful red hair spread out all around her head and her flawless naked body wrapped in my sheet made my dick hard. At first I just watched her sleep and read some of her tattoos. Most of them are of beautiful artwork. She has a semiautomatic rifle drawn on her right side, stretching from the side of her ass cheek all the way up, stopping just behind her boob. The details are definitely outstanding and it looks damn good on her naturally tan skin. The tattoo on her back is some kind of Russian symbolism and I plan to ask her about it when I get the chance. The one I like the most is of the tree on her left leg. It's of a tree. The roots start at her ankle and they wrap around to her foot where little colorful roses are growing out of them. Then it climbs up her thighs where the bushes of leaves wrap around both sides of her thigh. There's glocks some random knives and a few books rested in the leaves. The entire thing is a work of art and the color really pops against her skin tone. The rest of her tattoos are small pharses. She has her sister's name on her left side where her heart is. I can understand the symbolism behind that. The rest of them I don't get but I have all day with her to ask her about them.

When she turned to lay of her back she parted her a legs a bit and her pussy came into view. That's when I got the idea to wake her ass up. That was twenty minutes ago. I've been going to town on her pussy. It didn't take long for her to wake up and I'm sure she's came about three times. However this shit just tastes too good. And I love hearing her moan. "Matteo please I can't take any more." She tries running away from me while whining. It only entices me more. I have my hands on her thighs holding her in place. She's not stronger than me so she can to try to move all she wants but she's not going anywhere. I put two fingers deep into her pussy and tickle her G-spot. Taking her clit out of my mouth I look at her as she tries to wiggle out of my grasp. She pinches her eyes close and starts to squirt. With my other hand I flick my finger across her clit watching the squirt shoot out of her. I know she's not going to be able to take no dick right now so I stand up and watch her try to control her shakes. "Why do you take such pleasure in torturing me?" She pouts and sits up while throwing a pillow at me. I laugh and smack the pillow before it can hit me. "Is it really torture if you enjoy it so much? Come let me wash you." I hold out a hand for her to take. I'll let her live for now. Her poor pussy must be dying for some rest. She holds both her arms up for me to pick her up. Smiling at the gesture I oblige and walk her into the bathroom. She's getting spoiled but I'm not complaining. She's thick in all the right places but she extremely little so she's as light as a feather to me. I sit her on the bathroom counter before running her a bath. I pour in some Epson salt because I need that pussy to recover so I can fuck the shit out of her. My dick is throbbing and I'm going to need to relieve myself as soon as possible. But for now I'll suffer so that she can regain her strength. "What's for breakfast." She's brushing her teeth. I swear this girl is always hungry. She eats alot and I can tell all the food goes to that fat juicy ass of hers.

"You're always thinking about food." I laugh and walk over to her just as she spits the toothpaste out. "I'm not always thinking about food. Sometimes I think about other things." She smiles and gives me a kiss.

"Yea? Like what?"

"Uhmm I think about you and uhmm Ana. And ohh I want bacon." She laughs putting her hands on my chest and wrapping her legs around my waist. Shaking my head I laugh with her. This girl has been thinking about food since I met her.