The moon goddess chose wrong: twice
He groaned, head falling back, hands gripping my thighs hard enough to leave fingerprints.
“Fuck—now—” I liked it when he was eager and needy, it turned me on.
I lifted my hips, positioned him at my entrance, and began to sink down slowly, torturously slow. The head breached me. Stretched me. Filled—.
The door flew open.
Nina stood frozen in the doorway.
Her eyes were wide and horrified they were locked on us, me straddling Enzo, breasts bare, hips poised to take him fully inside me. Enzo’s hands still clamped on my thighs. His cock was half-buried in my heat.