Page 45 of The Enforcer's Brat

Matteo's eyes darkened with lust and approval. "Such a good boy for Daddy," he murmured, delivering another stinging slap. "Count them out loud. I want to hear that pretty voice."

What followed was a delicious mix of pain and pleasure as Matteo alternated between spanking Enzo's reddening ass and stroking his aching cock. By the time they reached ten, Enzo was a writhing, whimpering mess, tears of frustration and arousal streaming down his face.

"Please, Daddy," he begged, past caring how desperate he sounded. "I've been good, haven't I? Please fuck me, use me, anything. I'm yours."

Matteo spun Enzo around, pressing him face-first against the cool tiles. He kicked Enzo's legs apart, his large hands roaming possessively over the younger man's body. "Look at you, presenting yourself like a bitch in heat," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "Is this what you want, baby? To be used and fucked like the little slut you are?"

Enzo nodded frantically, pushing his ass back against Matteo's hard length. "Yes, Daddy. Please. I need it so bad."

With a growl, Matteo lined himself up and pushed in slowly, savoring the tight heat of Enzo's body. Both men groaned at the sensation, the familiar stretch and fullness overwhelming in its intensity.

"Fuck, baby," Matteo grunted, bottoming out. "So tight for me, always so perfect. Such a good boy for Daddy."

He set a punishing pace, one hand gripping Enzo's hip hard enough to bruise while the other wrapped around his throat, applying just enough pressure to make Enzo's head swim. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the steamy bathroom, punctuated by Enzo's desperate moans and Matteo's low grunts.

"Touch yourself," Matteo commanded, his thrusts never faltering. "Want to feel you come on my cock, baby. Show Daddy how good I make you feel."

Enzo obeyed instantly, his hand flying to his neglected cock. It only took a few strokes before he was coming hard, crying out Matteo's name as his body clenched around his lover's length.

The tight pulsing of Enzo's orgasm triggered Matteo's own release. He buried himself deep, filling Enzo with pulse after pulse of heat as he bit down on the younger man's shoulder to muffle his groan.

They stayed like that for a long moment, both panting and trembling in the afterglow. Finally, Matteo eased out gently, turning Enzo to face him. His demeanor softened immediately, shifting from dominant to caretaker as he cupped Enzo's face tenderly, pressing soft kisses to his forehead, his cheeks, his lips.

"You did so well, baby," he murmured, his voice full of pride and love. "So perfect for me. Let's get you cleaned up and then we'll have some cuddle time, okay?"

Enzo nodded, feeling soft and pliant in his post-orgasmic haze. "Yes, Daddy," he whispered, nuzzling into Matteo's chest. "Love you so much."

They took their time washing each other, hands roaming with a mix of tenderness and rekindling desire. As Matteo massaged shampoo into Enzo's scalp, the younger man couldn't help but push back against him, feeling his lover's cock starting to harden again.

"Someone's getting greedy," Matteo chuckled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Enzo's spine. "Didn't Daddy just take care of you, little one?"

Enzo turned in Matteo's arms, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "But Daddy," he pouted, deliberately pitching his voice higher, more childlike, "I'm still dirty. Don't you want to make sure I'm all clean?"

Matteo's eyes darkened, his grip on Enzo's hips tightening. "Careful, brat," he warned, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone. "You know what happens to little boys who push their luck."

Enzo grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Maybe I want to push my luck," he teased, grinding against Matteo's growing erection. "Maybe I need a reminder of who's in charge."

With a growl, Matteo spun Enzo around, pinning him face-first against the shower wall. "Is that what you want, baby?" he murmured, his breath hot against Enzo's ear. "Want Daddy to show you who you belong to?"

"Yes," Enzo gasped, arching back into Matteo's solid warmth. "Please, Daddy. Need you so bad."

Matteo's hand came down hard on Enzo's ass, the sting amplified by the water still cascading over them. "Such a needy little slut," he growled, delivering another sharp smack. "Can't even go five minutes without begging for Daddy's cock, can you?"

Enzo whimpered, the pain blurring deliciously into pleasure. "No, Daddy," he admitted, pushing his ass out for more. "Need you all the time. Want to be full of you always."

"Fuck, baby," Matteo groaned, his control slipping. He lined himself up, pushing into Enzo's still-sensitive hole in one smooth thrust. "So perfect for me. Taking Daddy's cock so well."

The pace this time was slower, more deliberate. Matteo took his time, angling his thrusts to hit Enzo's prostate with unerring accuracy. His hand found its way to Enzo's throat again, applying just enough pressure to make the younger man's head swim with pleasure.

"Who do you belong to?" Matteo demanded, his voice rough with exertion and arousal.

"You, Daddy," Enzo gasped, struggling to form words through the haze of pleasure. "Only you. Always you."

"That's right," Matteo growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his peak. "You're mine, baby. All mine. No one else gets to see you like this, gets to have you like this."

Enzo nodded frantically, beyond words now. He was lost in sensation, in the feeling of Matteo filling him so perfectly, claiming him so completely.

"Come for me," Matteo commanded, his hand moving from Enzo's throat to wrap around his cock. "Show Daddy how good I make you feel."

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