Honey

“I’m–oh, fuck,” Enzo moaned in my ear. “Damn it, beautiful. I’m supposed to be training you.” His hands gripped my bare waist, lifting me up and down over his cock. I kissed him, sliding my tongue into his mouth. He tasted like coffee from breakfast.

We didn’t even make it to my bed. I was supposed to change, but when he walked in, only in a pair of sweatpants, I could see the outline of his cock. Half-hard. And I suddenly felt the urge to have ...