ENZO DE-LUCA.
My c**k throbbed, I wanted to f**k her again but I knew that her p***y needed time to heal and if I let her dress like she intended to, I knew I was going to kill any man who does as little as look her way.
“What about this? Do you think it’s good enough?” She asked and I carefully examined her body but I wasn’t concentrating.
My mind played back how she had screamed in the bathroom, how she had clung onto me and how her p***y had wrapped itself around my c**k.
The thought of it sent a signal to my c**k, making it throb as I walked closer to her. I was still waiting for one of my men to bring the clothes I intended to wear here.
My fingers ran through my short hair as I sighed, she could be wearing a trash bag and for some reason, I would still want to f**k her like I wa
