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“A little further, angel.”

I move down a little more, feeling Enzo still stroking Rafael, his fingers brushing my pussy as he does. His other hand is still working my clit.

“No yet,” he whispers to Rafael. “Just a little longer, baby.”

Jesus, the way he talks to him is making me insane. How can such simple words be so hot?

He’s telling Rafael not to come, but he hasn’t said anything to me yet and I already feel like I might. Will he be mad? Disappointed?

Enzo presses down on my clit, causing my pussy to clench around Rafael again. He groans deeply, his body twitching, and I think that’s it. I think he’s going to come now. Enzo will punish him for it. But Rafael holds on. He doesn’t come. Even I find myself proud of that.

“Vincenzo, please,” he whispers. “I can’t—”

“You can wait a little longer.”

“No, I can’t,” Rafael growls. “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t,” he chants, shaking his head back and forth. He sounds on the verge of tears. Why is torturing him so sexy? Why am I enjoying this so much? Why is my body on fire between Enzo touching me and knowing the man beneath me is going through hell all because he wants to come?

“You will,” Enzo says, removing his hand from me and Rafael. He picks up the lube, pours some into his hand, and goes behind me. “Take the rest of him, angel. All the way.” He leans close to my ear. “We’re going to let him come now.”

The air leaves my lungs in a whoosh, and I sink down, letting out a relieved moan.

“Jesus,” Rafael whines. “Please, please let me come.” He pulls on the chains, the muscles in his arms tensing. “For the love of God, please!”

“Don’t move. Stay just like that,” Enzo tells me. I still feel his hand behind me, but I’m not sure what he’s doing. Not until Rafael jerks beneath me, letting out a long and low moan. I realize Enzo has slipped a finger inside him, which has me clenching again. Enzo goes back to my clit and rubs perfect circles that quickly have me needing to come. “Your orgasm is going to milk his cock while I stroke his prostate.”

“Please,” Rafael whines. “Please, just—more! A little more!”

I try so hard not to rock my hips on Rafael. I’m afraid if I do Enzo will stop and I don’t want that. I need him to keep going so I can come too.

“Tell me when,” Enzo whispers to me.

“I…” I bite my bottom lip, grasping at Rafael’s chest as Enzo plays with my pussy so damn good.

“What, angel? You what?”

“I’m c-coming,” I pant, a second before it bursts through me. The orgasm hits me like a train, exploding through my body, my pussy pulsing so hard I feel every hard inch of Rafael inside me.

He groans loudly, his cock twitching in response, his body jerking as he comes. I didn’t have to do anything but come and it made him come. That’s something I’ll have wet dreams about. Holy shit…

The orgasm feels like it lasts forever, my whole body lighting up, and it seems the same way for Rafael, who is still writhing beneath me.

My chest is heaving, skin covered in a sheen of sweat when I open my eyes. My body is damn near vibrating.

Enzo pushes me forward and I stop inches before smashing against Rafael’s chest. Enzo’s mouth is on me before I can argue about it. He said he was going to do this, but damn, I’d forgotten with everything else going on. He licks and sucks and fucks my hole with his tongue, moving to my clit to suck, sending me spiraling into another orgasm out of nowhere. I bury my face in Rafael’s neck as I cry out.

When Enzo stands, his lips glistening, chest heaving, he says, “How about exploring those soft limits now, angel?”

Chapter Fifty-Two

Jordan

Enzo gets undressed as I free Rafael from the restraints like Enzo told me to. Once Enzo is naked, he lies on the bed and tells me to get on top.

“Wh-what are we doing?” I ask as Rafael shifts off the bed.

Enzo mentioned soft limits, but I don’t remember what I put for that, so I have no idea what we’re going to do—or attempt to do.

“Do you trust me?” Enzo rasps.