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“Yes, please!” My grip on the seat tightens as he sucks on my clit more. The pleasure builds and builds and soon enough there’s no turning back. The orgasm crashes over me, blinding me. I barely have time to think before I’m lifted into the air and placed on the bed. He shoves my dress all the way up to expose my bare breasts and tears my panties right off my body.

I’m panting, aching for him, as he pulls out his dick.

“Watch me fuck you.”

My eyes widen as I watch him stroke his dick. The tip glistens with pre-cum and I have this strange urge to lick it off, but he swipes his plump tip over my clit, mixing it with my arousal, causing me to tremble. He slides the head down to my entrance and pushes forward slowly. I missed the feeling of this. When he had me sit on him at the club, it wasn’t nearly enough time. Fucking Rafael and having Enzo watch was hot. Rafael knows what he’s doing, and he feels good, but there’s something about Enzo that is different. It’s more than just how it feels physically. Maybe it’s because I’ve known him for so long and this relationship is a little taboo and a lot forbidden. Or maybe it’s because things with Enzo and me are different. The same way things with him and Rafael are different.

“Watch, angel. Look at how your pussy stretches for me.” I look down at where his gaze is glued and see the way I swallow him. “Such a good pussy allowing me in. Look at how wet and swollen she is for me. See how good I look inside you, angel?” He pushes further in with each sentence, his words making me pant and wanting to come again. “This was made for me. All for me.”

“All for you,” I tell him.

He pulls out and I whimper, but he slowly goes back in.

“Enzo, please,” I plead. “Please—”

“Please, what?”

“Please—I need you in me.”

“I am in you, angel.”

“More,” I beg.

“Say it,” he growls. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want all of you. In me…”

“You want my cock all the way in you, angel?” I nod. “So far in you that it won’t go any further? So far that it hurts?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, gripping the bed sheets and urging my hips forward. “Please.”

“Your wish is my command, angel.”

He slides into me so far I swear I feel it in my stomach. The pain is welcomed, borderline pleasure. And when he pulls out and slams back in, I’ve died and gone to heaven.

How does this feel so good? How is it possible this feels so goddamn good?

“Open your eyes and watch me fuck you,” he growls.

My eyes fly open, and I look down. His dick is glistening with my cum as he slides in and out of me with ease. It’s so much it’s on his pants, and I wonder who the hell cleans his clothes because that’s embarrassing.

“You take me so well,” he says, moving his hands up to grip my waist. He holds me tight, pulling me into him and going even deeper. His thrusts become a little jerky and the thought of him coming has me wild with need, especially so soon. We shouldn’t be doing this without a condom. Not because I’m worried about STIs. I know we’re clean because of the club, but because when Enzo took me from my house, my birth control pills never came with me. I’m not sure he knows that. I want to tell him. I open my mouth to tell him, but—

“I’m going to come in you. Tell me I can. Don’t stop me, angel. Please, beg me to come inside you.”

Holy shit…

I do exactly as he asks, because the thought of it is so damn hot.

“Come inside me, Enzo. I want it. I want your cum.”

“Mm, fuck,” he grunts, grinding his hips against me as his eyes flutter closed. His cock twitches, his cum filling me up. I don’t get a second to breathe before he’s pulling out of me and on his knees again, sucking on my clit. I’m thrown into an orgasm immediately, and he doesn’t stop. He slides his mouth down to my pussy, licking and fucking me with his tongue. I’m blinded with pleasure. Then he’s lying over me, his mouth on mine, a mix of us both on his tongue, and I’ve never tasted anything sweeter in my entire life.

Chapter Forty-Eight

Jordan

I stare down at my phone, my thumb hovering over the call button. I’ve been doing this for—my eyes dart to the time—fifty-one minutes.