Page 44 of The Enforcer

“Ah, fuck,” I cry out, my body screaming from the pain, but I fucking love it. I feel so alive, so in the now, so with him.

Zeke gives me no time to get used to him. As soon as he slides in, he pulls back until his cockhead is tugging at my rim, then he pushes back in. Another shout leaves my lips. Over and over, he pushes into me, picking up speed until he’s really railing me. He holds my hips hard as he pounds into me, fucking me with abandon.

“Yes, fuck yes, God, Zeke, harder, harder,” I babble, bouncing my ass on his dick so I can meet his thrusts.

“That’s right, baby,” Zeke croons, sinking his nails into the swells of my ass. “Fuck me back. Fuck the cum out of my dick.”

Fucking hell.

I grasp my cock, jerking it as quickly as he’s slamming into me. My dick is leaking like a faucet, making it easier for me to pump myself off. I keep pushing back to meet Zeke’s hips, my orgasm right at the tip, waiting for something to push me over the edge.

Zeke thrusts speed up as he fucks me into the mattress. Growling, he pushes against the small of my back until I’m lying flat on the bed, preventing me from trying to tugging on my cock. Straddling my thighs and gripping my ass tight, Zeke really fucks me, hitting my prostate head on with each thrust.

“Oh Christ,” I moan. I’m in fucking heaven. It doesn’t even matter that my hand is trapped under me at an odd angle. How Zeke is tagging my prostate with each thrust, I won’t have to jerk myself off to achieve orgasm.

“I’m close,” I rasp, unable to speak higher than just above a whisper. The pleasure is so intense, it’s robbing me of my senses and my ability to articulate words.

“I’ll get you there, baby,” Zeke croons, putting a hand on the back of my neck and one on my hip, leaning over me. The shift changes the angle, riding me into oblivion.

“Fuck … yes …” I groan between thrusts, helpless to do anything but take what he gives me. I’m not sure how much I can handle though. I’m already precariously close to the edge, one wrong—or right—move will push me over the edge.

Then Zeke twists his hips and I’m done. With a muted shout, I’m coming all over my hand and the bed under me, my dick throbbing and twitching with the force of my release.

Hot on the heels of my climax is Zeke’s. “Shane, fuck. Your ass … damn … fuck …” Zeke comes on a loud grunt. His strokes become erratic and aborted. His cock twitches inside me, the heat of his cum painting my walls. “Oh fuck,” Zeke groans, “Your hole is pulling all the cum from my dick.”

I whimper as the force of another release wracks my body from Zeke’s words. Zeke keeps pounding my hole, prolonging my orgasm and keeping me on that beautiful edge of pleasure and pain.

After a few more short strokes, Zeke stops moving. He drops on top of me, still shuddering from his climax. Lazily, he swipes his tongue over my neck, kissing me there. I turn my face to him so I can take his lips. This kiss is slow and sensual, a direct contrast to how he just fucked me.

The kiss goes on until Zeke gets soft and his cock slides out of my hole. His cum leaks from my body and down my balls. I make a noise in my throat and Zeke releases my mouth. “You okay?”

I nod, squirming under him. “Yeah, I’m just really messy.”

His deep chuckle makes butterflies flutter in my belly and I smile. “Let’s get you cleaned up then.”

“Good idea.”

Zeke helps me out of bed and we get in the shower. He takes great pride in getting on his knees and spreading me open with one hand, watching his cum slide out of me. “That looks so fucking hot,” he mutters, sliding two fingers into my well-used hole. “I want you to always have my load inside you.”

I moan, dropping my head to the shower wall as he finger-fucks his seed back into me. Spreading me open with the other hand, Zeke leans in and swipes a tongue over my hole, using his tongue to get more of his load back where it belongs. My knees buckle at the feel of his wet tongue on my fucked-out pucker. It’s not enough to make me come, but my dick does stir in an effort to rally.

When he’s satisfied his cum isn’t going anywhere, Zeke stands and turns me around, crowding me against the wall as he kisses me deeply. I shove my tongue into his mouth, wanting to taste both of us. We taste fucking amazing together.

After our shower, Zeke gives me some of his clothes to wear. “You’re staying here with me tonight.”

“Yes,” I reply, even though he wasn’t asking me.

Zeke changes the sheets and we climb into bed. It’s still fairly early, but I don’t think either of us wants to hang out with anyone tonight. We’ll have to order dinner or something, but as for now, I don’t think either of us wants to people right now. I settle myself on his chest, my leg tossed over his.

“How was your day?” Zeke asks, dragging his fingers up and down my back.

“I told you. I heard?—”

He cuts me off. “No, how was your day? Not what did you hear or what news you have for us.”

Smiling, I tell him, “It was okay. I’m still fucking exhausted from this case, but it’s so much better now that I’m with you.”

“I feel the same. I miss you when we’re not together.”

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