“Shut up,” I snapped, even as my hips lifted, grinding against him, chasing friction. “I’m too turned on to keep them down.” “That’s the point,” he laughed, low and dangerous. His mouth was back on my nipple, sucking hard, his fingers tweaking the other, pinching and twisting until I was arching off the bed, my hands clutching at his shoulders, his hair, anything. “Enzo, fuck, slow down,” I begged, even as my body pressed closer, my hips grinding against his thigh, his hardness pressing against my hip. “I’m gonna—” “Don’t stop,” he growled, his mouth dragging lower, teeth scraping down my chest, across my stomach. His hands slid under my ass, lifting me slightly, making me grind against his thigh harder. My cock rubbed against the fabric, the pressure almost unbearable. “You’re gonna ride my fucking thigh again, baby. You’re gonna come all over me, and I’m gonna make sure you remember it.” “Enzo—” I gasped as he bit down on my hip, hard enough to make me yelp. “Good,” he bre
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