Page 22 of The Enforcer

Before I get the chance to second guess myself or wonder what Zeke will think of my body, he steps into the room, eyes blazing when they land on me. Fuck, with him looking at me the way he is, I no longer believe I’m not up to his standards. With the way he’s looking at me, you’d think he was a drowning man and I was his lifeline.

He climbs on the bed, sliding between my legs. His strong, powerful hands run up my thighs, tickling the hair there. “I should have known you’d look this good naked.” I preen under his praise, feeling a blush lighting up my cheeks. Wrapping my legs around his waist, his gaze roams down my body, snagging on my pecs, belly and cock. “I can’t wait to fuck you.” Putting his weight on me, Zeke grinds against me, slotting our cocks together.

I hiss, arching up into him, palming his ass so he can grind on me more. His thick cock rubs against me deliciously and I’m in fucking heaven. The way he’s making me feel is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

Zeke bends down to kiss along my neck and collarbone. I moan my pleasure, rolling my hips so I can get more friction. He grunts, slotting our bodies together more so I can feel all of him. His heavy balls slide over mine and I groan, not knowing that could feel so good. Precum leaks from us, the slide slippery between us.

“Zeke,” I whimper, gripping his flesh. “Please.”

His breathing tickles my skin as he chuckles. “Please what, Counselor? Use your words.” I whine, circling my hips faster so our dicks rub together more. Zeke puts a hand on my waist, halting my movements. And to be extra cruel, he moves his body from how he’s blanketed over me. “Tell me what you want, Shane.”

Opening eyes I didn’t realize were closed, I meet his gaze. “Fuck me. Please.”

Flashing me a quick smile, Zeke bends to kiss me, moving his hand from my hip and aligning our pelvises so I can continue to grind on him.

“Get the condom and lube,” Zeke whispers against his mouth. “I need to be inside you.”

Quickly doing what he says, I roll to the nightstand and pull out the lube and condoms, both brand new and never used. When he said we were hanging out, I took a chance and stopped by the drugstore to pick the items up. It’s not like I’ve been with anyone to have to use them. For the past few months, I haven’t been with anyone as I’ve foolishly been waiting for Zeke.

Maybe not so foolish now.

Sitting back on his heels, Zeke pops the top of the lube and slicks his fingers. “Spread your legs, put your feet flat on the bed.” I do as he says, watching Zeke lick his lips as he stares at my hole. “You look so fucking good here.” He runs his lubed fingers over my entrance and I arch up, loving how the rough pads of his fingers feel against my sensitive skin.

“Zeke,” I moan when he slides a finger into me to the hilt. “Please.”

He kisses the inside of my thigh, mouthing over the skin as he works me open. “Let me get you ready, baby. Then I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

Fucking hell, he’s going to be the death of me.

As Zeke is working me open, he slides forward and swallows my dick, taking me deep. I groan, fisting the sheets beside me as he tortures me so beautifully. His slick mouth glides up and down my shaft, moaning as he swallows me whole over and over. I look down, watching my dick appear and disappear between his lips. It’s so fucking obscene and hot, ratcheting my pleasure from lukewarm to fucking scalding.

“I’m too close,” I mutter, wanting to pull away and ask for more at the same time. “Zeke, please. I’m too close.”

Taking mercy on me, Zeke pops off his dick just as he slides a third finger into my hole. Fuck, it feels so fucking good. Again, I beg. “Please.”

He kisses me softly as he spreads his fingers, scissoring me open. God, even that feels good. What the fuck is Zeke doing to me? “I got you. I’ll take care of you, baby.”

Once he feels like I’m ready for him, Zeke removes his fingers. My body misses him immediately, my hole clenching around nothing, begging to be stuffed by this man. After sliding the condom on, he slicks his cock, making sure it’s coated. After putting lube on my pucker, Zeke slides closer to me, lining up with my hole.

This is a moment I’ve been waiting for for years. I’ve wanted to feel Zeke’s cock inside me, stretching me out. I’ve wanted him to touch and kiss me as he pounds my hole. If it weren’t for the slight twinge in my ass from his probing fingers, I would think this was a dream. But it’s not. Zeke is here, poised over me, ready to give me what I’ve wanted for years.

With a shaky hand, I place my palm against his cheek and rub against this stubble. Yeah, definitely real.

Looking down at me with hooded eyes, Zeke asks, “You ready?”

Answering honestly, I tell him, “Been ready for years.”

“Fuck, Shane.” Zeke takes my mouth as he breaches my body.

I gasp into his kiss as he pushes inside, his big cock stretching me to the limit. He goes torturously slowly and while I love it, I want more. I grip the muscles of his ass, hoping to convey that I want him to sink all the way in. Even though it burns, it feels so fucking good to finally have him like this.

When he bottoms out, we both groan, the feel of our bodies pressed together like nothing I could have imagined. We fit together like puzzle pieces, slotting together perfectly. Zeke pulls his lips from mine, looking down at me with such a fierce expression of desire that it makes my cock twitch and precum leak from my tip.

“You feel so fucking good. So tight around me. Holy fuck,” Zeke murmurs as he rolls his hips experimentally. Bowing my back, I mewl at his dick brushes against my walls. Every nerve ending inside me lights up and I fear I’ll black out from the sheer ecstasy.

Slowly, he pulls back, his cock almost sliding all the way out before he slides back in, cursing when he plunges into me. I mirror his curse, grabbing a hold of him tightly as I’m on the verge of coming apart. I’ve never felt this good and he hasn’t even thrust into me in earnest.

He swallows thickly as he fucks me, his thrusts speeding up. I toss my head back, moaning loud enough to wake the neighbors in this building and the next. Zeke tangles his fingers in my hair, pulling my head back so he can kiss and lick up the column of my neck. Every thrust of his hips has his cockhead brushing deliciously over my prostate. I whimper at the slight graze, but I need more. I need him to peg my prostate hard, fucking pound my hole until I can’t walk straight.

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