Enzo's Pov
I'm leaning against her bedroom door, checking that she's locked it, which she doesn't usually do.
"s**t!" I snap, angry.
I need to calm down. I need to breathe. This can't keep happening to me. That spoiled brat can't make me lose control like this.
I look down, my c**k still hard outside my pants, and I rub it to relieve some of the pain. God, today I'll have to do manual labor again. I'm tired of so many handjobs. I need a p***y.
Her p***y, my treacherous conscience whispers to me.
I close my eyes and breathe deeply, trying to relax so the erection goes down and the pain passes, but I achieve the opposite effect when I project the image of her kneeling in front of me, looking at me with those eyes that seem innocent but transform when she gets turned on, with those beau
