Page 41 of Rise of Temptation

“Are you saying you don’t want it?”

I can tell by the smug look on Enzo’s face that he knows I do want it, and I almost tell them I don’t just to prove him wrong and see what they do next. But Joey’s grip loosens on my hips, and I can picture the look on his face. It would be like kicking his puppy, and I can’t do that to him. First of all, it would completely derail my plan to get information out of him. Andsecond of all, I like Joey. And if the fluttery feeling in my belly is anything to go by, I do want him.

“I didn’t say that.”

I turn to look at Joey to gauge what he’s thinking, and the look he’s giving me is almost enough to make me forget that I had an ulterior motive when I came in here. I’m not here to have fun; I need information, and he’s my best chance at getting it.

“What do you want to do?” he asks, caressing my curves with his unexpectedly soft hands. He must have a great moisturizer.

I can’t believe he’s being so sweet. Does he actually care what I want? “I’m down for whatever. As long as you don’t die.”

He looks back at Enzo and asks, “Are you changing the rules?”

Enzo gives the question some honest thought and takes an uncomfortable amount of time to come up with an answer. “I’m making an exception,” he decides. “It’s a one-time thing.”

“You’re making an exception just for me?” Joey sounds touched by the kind gesture. “Aww, you do love me!” He makes to get off the couch but Enzo holds out his hand to stop him.

“Don’t make me reconsider.”

“Okay. But just to clarify—because I don’t want to die—what are the rules in this room at this exact moment?”

Enzo closes his eyes as if he regrets everything that has happened since he walked into the house, and I have to bury my face in the couch cushion to hide my amusement. Their dynamic is hilarious and completely unexpected from two hardened criminals.

“If you will shut the fuck up, then I will temporarily lift the rules,” Enzo says.

“All of them?”

“Yes! Jesus fucking Christ, all of the rules. You can fuck her anywhere you want to. But if another word about it leaves your mouth, I’m going to shoot you in the dick.”

Joey gasps and covers the aforementioned appendage, and I can’t help it. I laugh.

They both turn their attention to me, and I compose myself. “Sorry,” I say, shrugging. I’m really not that sorry. They’re absurd, and my laughter was justified.

“Okay. Everyone calm your tits,” Joey says. Then he turns his mischievous stare in my direction. “You ready, sunshine?”

I nod, and he shoves his pants down to his knees, his cock springing free and bobbing in the air between us. The head of his cock nudges my entrance, and I’m surprised when he takes his time entering me. I’m so used to Enzo taking what he wants that I’d almost forgotten what it feels like to savor the stretch of a big cock in my pussy at the beginning of an encounter.

Joey uses my hips to control our pace, pumping his hips forward and pulling mine back to meet him, which causes his balls to swing forward and slap my clit. Every thrust turns the dial of my pleasure up another notch. His deep strokes at such an even, measured pace are driving me out of my mind with lust.

“Joey,” I groan. “I thought you wanted my ass?”

“Sunshine, he lifted all the rules. I’m not missing out on this. Besides, I have to get you nice and warmed up so I don’t hurt you,” he explains.

“Mmm.” My hum of acknowledgment is all I can manage. Anything resembling spoken language is beyond my current capabilities.

I hear a soft click and then feel the unmistakable coolness of lube coating my hole. Joey uses his finger to carefully breach the ring of muscle, and he matches the slow pace of his cock as he stretches me.

Without warning, he pulls out of both holes, leaving me empty and wanting more.

“Hey,” I whine, but my complaint is cut short by the sound ofthe lube bottle opening and shutting again. I know what comes next, but I still tense up when his hard, lubed cock finds my ass.

“Relax, sunshine,” he says. “You can take it. I know you can. I’ve seen you do it before.”

The reminder of my audition sends a gush of arousal to my pussy, and I clench even harder before forcing myself to relax. He’s right. I can do this. And, more importantly, I want to.

“That’s a good girl,” Joey croons when he’s finally able to seat himself fully in my rear. He starts off with a slow rocking motion, massaging my cheeks and praising me. “Fuck, your ass was made for my cock. Do you feel how perfect it is? I could do this every day.”

“Fuck, Joey,” I whimper. “Faster. More. Please!” The slow drags of his dick are going to be the death of me. I need so much more.

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