Page 23 of The Enforcer

I shout when he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of my throat, right over my pulse point. Then he sucks the skin into his mouth, sure to leave a mark. He does it again and again, his hips picking up speed as he continues to mark me. It’s like seeing my skin bruise for him turns him on. God, I fucking love that.

“Everyone will know you’re mine,” Zeke whispers against my throat, sucking the skin harder in his mouth. I don’t even tell him to stop. I want him to own me and I want people to know I’m his too. What better way than his marks on me? I can’t wait to see them when we’re done. Thinking of seeing his marks on my neck has my cock aching, heavy with the need to release.

After sucking more marks along my neck, Zeke leans up, gripping my right leg and pushing it back so I’m spread open for him. “Grab your dick for me, baby,” he rasps, rolling his hips so his cockhead finally stabs at that magic button inside me. I keen, almost in tears that he’s finally giving me his dick how I’ve dreamed about. I meet his thrusts so I can feel that sensation over and over. “Come on, baby, grab your dick and get yourself off.”

I grab my cock, stroking it hard and fast, my precum providing the perfect amount of lube for me to jerk myself. “Oh, God Zeke,” I mutter, my free hand squeezing his thigh. “I’m going to come.”

“Come all over my dick, baby. Let me feel that tight ass milking me.” I moan, biting my lip as I stroke myself faster. The squelching sound of my hand sounds obscene in the room, joining my moans and Zeke’s grunts.

A few more strokes and I’m coming, white ropes of my seed coating the space between us.

“Yeah, just like that,” Zeke grunts, pounding my hole with more force. “You’ll only come just for me. All your orgasms are mine.” His voice takes on a growl as he grips my hips hard enough to leave bruises and fucks me hard. My oversensitive prostate protests the treatment, but I don’t want him to stop. I want him to use my hole to get himself off. If that means letting him rail me hard until he does, I’ll gladly open myself up to be his cock sleeve.

Just when I think I can’t take any more, his cock swells within me and he roars his release. I almost sob in relief, my prostate hypersensitive and begging for a break. The feeling of his cock throbbing in my channel is enough to have a small, unexpected spurt of cum explode out of me. Nothing like that has ever happened to me before. All I can do is hold on to him and moan my pleasure. Fuck, I’ll never get enough of how good he makes me feel.

Once he’s done shuddering over me, Zeke drops to my chest, eliciting a soft “oomph” from me. He chuckles, pushing my hair from my face. “Sorry.” He doesn’t look sorry, the fucker. But his satisfied grin is too adorable for me to be mad at him.

I wrap my arms and legs more securely around him, leaning up so I can kiss him deeply. He continues to rock in and out of me, his half hard cock brushing against my walls.

When I let him up for air, I smile. “Are you really?”

He shakes his head with a grin, nipping my bottom lip. “Not even a little bit.”

Chuckling, he pulls out of me, kissing me once before he hops off the bed, trotting to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. I watch his ass as he walks away, the hard muscles flexing. Zeke is sexy as fuck. I’m the luckiest man in the world.

Zeke comes back into the room, a damp cloth hanging from his left hand. He wipes up my hand, stomach and cleans my dick, making sure he gets all my cum off me. After he’s sure I’m spotless, he tosses the cloth on my nightstand, lying beside me. I roll onto my side, lying my head on his chest.

Blowing out a long breath, I grin as I say, “I’ve been waiting for that for far too long.”

The deep rumble of his laugh flows through me and I shiver. Everything about Zeke turns me on. “Just how long were you waiting?”

I pretend to think, tapping a finger against my chin. “Six, seven years.”

“Bullshit,” Zeke mutters, squeezing my hip. “Couldn’t have been that long.”

Sitting up, I put my hand on his chest, resting my chin on my hand. “Yeah, it has been. We were friends. I didn’t want to fuck that up. I haven’t had a friend like you in … forever.”

“A friend like me? One that has a rap sheet and doesn’t mind using my fists to solve problems?”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Yes, that.” I sober as I meet his eyes. “Someone that listens to me, keeps my secrets, hangs out with me and is always there for me. Imagine giving up your best friend.”

Zeke’s eyes take on a hint of seriousness and he swallows thickly. “I did. When Rax went inside, I lost my best friend. So, I know what you mean.” I nod, glad he understands completely. “I felt the same, Shane. After Rax got sent to prison, I didn’t think I would find anyone I would be so close to. Then you came in, a square in a den of lions with no fear.”

“Oh, I had plenty of fear. I just didn’t want you all to see me as weak.”

“Nah, not weak. Cautious. Smart.” Zeke’s hand drifts up and down my back, tickling my skin. “You snuck up on me. I didn’t think I would like someone like you. Then for me to really like you?” He shakes his head with a chuckle. “It might have taken me forever to tell you, but better late than never.”

“Better late than never,” I agree.

He tips my chin up and a smile spreads across his face. “You look good with my marks on your skin.”

My hand drifts to my neck, pressing against the sensitive flesh. “Won’t be able to cover them.”

“Good.”

We lie around and talk for a while longer. The only reason we even get up is because Zeke’s stomach growls loud enough to scare us both.

Snickering, I say, “If you want, you can get in the shower while I order some groceries.” I kick myself for not doing it earlier. “Then I can get started on dinner when they arrive.”

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