Corky Bastard
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“I want to hear you.”
“The driver,” she managed, squirming as she dug her heels into the leather of the seat beneath, trying angle her body to get him closer even as her arms pushed him away.
“I pay him well for his discretion, and the backseat is soundproof.”
Lilith didn’t care if he was lying. It was all the excuse she needed to really let go, to toss her head and keen as enzo unfastened his trousers, rolled on a condom he seemed to pluck from thin air, and pound his cock into her. God, he was big, and it freaking hurt. She hadn’t known what to expect. But it wasn’t this.