Page 44 of Enzo DeLuca

With sweat beading his forehead, Enzo’s eyes popped open. He stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom. The echo of his cry bounced off his ear drums. This wasn’t the first time he’d had a wet dream. But it was the first time he’d cum so hard in his dreams that it woke him up.

He still felt the dream weighing down on him. Wait, that wasn’t the dream. There was really something weighing down on him. And it was moving. Enzo glanced down to find his little witness partially lying on top of him. Her cheek was pressed against his chest. One of her legs was thrown over his waist.

That was shocking. But it wasn’t the most shocking thing happening to him. His little witness was moaning as she gyrated her body against the side of his body. One of her arms was thrown over his body, holding on to him tightly as she thrust her hips, dry-fucking his left side.

She mumbled something in her sleep that sounded like, “So good. Feels so good.”

Enzo’s cock throbbed against her leg that was thrown over him. He ignored the pain he was experiencing in his arm that she’d been lying on, probably for hours, and had put to sleep. That pain was nothing. He could handle another two hours of that pain as long as she stayed pressed against him like she was.

As long as she continued moving against him like she was. Did not waking her up make him a perv? Maybe. He didn’t give a fuck. She was the one dry-fucking him, not the other way around. In fact, because he was a gentleman who didn’t mind helping a lady out, he decided to fix her position so she could enjoy herself better.

Because that’s what a gentleman would do. Moving carefully, he lifted the arm she wasn’t lying on and reached across them to pull her on top of him. She groaned as he moved her. He paused for a second, fearing she would wake up. When she didn’t, he continued pulling her on top of him.

Stinging prickles raced over his arm that had fallen asleep. He couldn’t move it yet. He didn’t care. All he cared about was the woman lying on top of him, with her center pressed against his cock. Damn, he wished there weren’t any clothing between them. So far, she’d stopped moving.

He lay completely still, waiting and hoping she’d pick up where she’d left off. It wasn’t long before another moan escaped her, and she rolled her hips, moving her body against his. Enzo gritted his teeth as pleasure ricocheted over his body. Pressing her body against his, she rubbed her pussy against his hard cock.

He wanted to thrust against her but held back. That would truly make him a perv. From the way she was moving, he knew her body needed a release. She had to be having a wet dream. Was she dreaming about him? Was she fucking him in her dreams? That line of thinking only aroused him more.

His body bucked involuntarily when her hips jerked. Her moans grew louder. Her hips moved faster. Should he wake her up? His mind said he should. His dick said fuck that, let her dry fuck you to her heart’s content. Enzo decided to listen to his cock. But if she kept this up, he was going to cum too.

He knew the exact moment when her orgasm hit her. Her movements became erratic, and she cried out again, so loudly that her screams pulled her from her sleep. Enzo held himself completely still as he watched her eyes flutter open while her body trembled. He knew he should say something.

No words came to mind. She licked her lips, then slowly sat up. She closed her eyes for a moment as another tremble rocked her body. The euphoric expression on her face was so fucking sexy. His cock throbbed against her center. She felt it. Her eyes snapped open. Slowly, the sleep fog she was in cleared, and reality took over.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” she yelled as she scrambled away.

Enzo gritted his teeth as she brushed against his cock in her hasty attempt to get off of him.

Finally, he said, “You were on me. Not the other way around.”

“But... but...” She gripped the sheet and pulled it up to her chest as if she was naked or something. Her gaze darted to the floor, then back to him. “How did I end up out of my handcuffs and on your bed?”

“I took your cuffs off and placed you on the bed so you could sleep comfortably. You’re welcome.”

“I didn’t thank you. You should’ve left me on the floor.”

“I’m too much of a gentleman to watch a young lady sleep on the floor.”

“It was you who ordered me to sleep on the floor,Mr. Gentleman.” She rolled her eyes. “Plus, I’ve slept in worst places. I would’ve been fine.”

Her last sentence had him wondering what kind of life she’d been living that forced her to sleep in worst places than the floor.

Before he could ask her, she said, “Speaking of a gentleman, a real gentleman would’ve woken me up.”

“You looked like you were enjoying yourself. I couldn’t bring myself to interfere with your pleasure.”

A cute blush heated her cheeks. “I was asleep. I didn’t know what I was doing.” Her gaze dropped to his crotch. His cock was tenting his pants. “Ugh! Put that thing away before you hurt somebody,” she yelled.

He chuckled. “When was the last time you were fucked properly?” he asked.

She gasped. “What kind of question is that?”

“Answer me.”

“No.”

“Now!” He ordered, desperately needing to know.

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