“What is it?” he asked, pausing. “Nothing.” “Tell me,” he said. “Would you like to stop?” I immediately shook my head. “No! I want this. You’re just . . .bigger than what I’m used to.” My words ended in a mumble, and I couldn’t meet his eyes. Enver smirked, rolling his hips slowly, not pressing in yet. “You are adept at flattering me, but you can take it. I will make sure of it.”
