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Enzo, still fully dressed somehow, lifts his arms above his head and rests his wrists against the beam that runs across to the posts of the footboard. He smirks down at me, and I prop myself up on my elbows, letting my long hair rest on the bed behind me.

“Spread your legs. Let me see your pussy,” he breathes.

I cross my ankles, squeezing my thighs together. Lord knows I need all the friction I can get. “Mm, show yourself first,” I challenge, complete with raising an eyebrow at him. “Break a rule—level the playing field.”

“I told you that you wouldn’t be ready for it…” he trails off.

“What? It’s so big you need a disclaimer? Do I need to sign a waiver?” I ask before I can stop myself.

Enzo howls with laughter. “I guess you’ll see.”

He drags his T-shirt over his head, revealing his chest and stomach covered in ink. Like his sleeves, it’s high-quality artwork, and I’m eventually going to ask him the meaning behind every single one. It’s hard to make out the contours of his abs from the dark shading of his tattoos, but I know from dragging my fingers down his torso that they’re there. I’m surprised he doesn’t have his nipples pierced, though. He does too much physical work; they’d likely be a nuisance.

“Should I be scared?” I ask with a laugh.

“I would be if I were you.”

The smile on my face falls, and my lips slightly part. His fingers graze over his belt buckle, releasing the black leather from the buckle. He pulls it from his jeans in one swift motion and tosses it aside. The belt buckle clatters on the wooden floor, but my eyes stay on his fingers where he pulls the button fly of his jeans apart with ease. He shoves them down his legs where his muscular thighs are devoid of unmarked flesh. He’s left in his briefs, and the designs on his torso and thighs continue past the material. Even though his briefs are black, they don’t conceal the major bulge in the front, begging to be released.

My teeth drag over my bottom lip. “I want it,” I whisper.

“If you say so.”

He hooks the sides of his briefs with his thumbs, and my breath catches in my throat. His cock springs free as the briefs lower down his legs, and a metallic glint on his tip catches my eye even in the dim lighting. The vast length and girth make my mind go blank. “No backing out now.” Enzo grabs the tip, angling himself upward to reveal five short barbells running along the underside of his shaft.

“Holy fucking shit,” escapes my lips in a gasp.

Six…six piercings?

“I’ll ruin you for any other man,” he jokes, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

I flush and have to vert my eyes from staring at it. “I mean, where’s that going to go? That’s…uncivilized, Enzo.” I laugh nervously.

He chuckles, too. “We’ll sure as hell try. I think you’ll be surprised how much you can take.”

“I feel like I need to sign a waiver for potential damages.”

Enzo sits on the edge of the bed. “You’ll like it. Trust me.”

I push some hair behind my ear and drop my eyes to the comforter. “Did they hurt?”

Enzo shrugs. “It all did.” He glances down at his arms and torso. “But some things are worth the pain. These will stimulate you.” He gestures to the ladder of piercings on his underside and rubs his hand over the tip. “But the Prince Albert is for me. Want to find out what they’re like?” I nod shyly. It’s sincere, but seeing him like this is unnerving as well. But he made me so damn comfortable last night. “Don’t worry, I’ll prep you first. Need more wine?”

I shake my head. “I’m okay.”

“Then lie back and enjoy the ride,” he says, moving between my legs.

I do as I’m told, and like last night, his expert tongue explores the right places. He curls a finger inside me, then adds another as I accommodate him. Two of his sizable fingers are a tight fit! I bend my knees to change the angle, and heat rises to my face and cheeks as he turns every inch of my body to flames. I’m building as he repeats the rhythm with his fingers and tongue, reading my body language as he slows.

He kisses my inner thigh and pulls his fingers out of me. “You’re not coming unless it’s on my dick,” he says. He sits up, and I’m hyperaware that his cock is only inches away from me.

“I’m not on the pill,” I whisper.

“That’s fine.”

I’d normally press him on his pull-out game, but he should be capable of that. He distracts me anyway by leaning down to press his lips to mine, planting his elbows and forearms on either side of my head. I throw my arms around his shoulders like I did earlier, and he slips his tongue into my mouth. He tastes of me, but in this moment, I couldn’t bring myself to ever mind. He puts part of his weight onto my body, and I can’t deny how intoxicating it is to be under a man like him. I tangle my fingers into his tied-up hair, wrapping my legs around his waist.

I feel him nudge my center, and I break the kiss. “Wait, are you clean? ‘Cause I am,” I quickly ask.