HIS WILLING TOY
He groaned lowly as his hands cradled my face, matching my fire.
I pulled back, panting. “Upstairs. Now.” My voice came out rough and urgent with need. He nodded, eyes dark, and we stumbled out of the car, our hands tangled.
We raced inside and I shoved my door open, dragging him in. I turned on him, yanking his shirt off and popping the buttons loose.
"Fuck, I want to eat you whole," Enzo panted.
"I want you to fuck me."
My jacket hit the floor, then my shirt, jeans, everything, until I stood bare. I clawed at his pants, tugging them down desperately.
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