Page 21 of The Enforcer's Brat

Enzo bucked his hips, seeking friction. "Your mouth," he gasped. "Please, Daddy, I need your mouth on me."

Matteo's eyes flashed with approval. "Since you asked so nicely..."

Without warning, he swallowed Enzo down to the root. Enzo cried out, his back arching off the bed at the sudden, intense pleasure. Matteo's mouth was hot and wet and perfect, his tongue doing things that made Enzo see stars.

Just as Enzo felt himself approaching the edge, Matteo pulled off with an obscene pop. Enzo whined at the loss, his hips chasing Matteo's mouth.

"Not yet," Matteo growled, his voice rough with desire. "You don't come until I say so. Understand?"

Enzo nodded frantically, willing to agree to anything as long as Matteo kept touching him.

Matteo reached for the nightstand, retrieving a bottle of lube. "Spread your legs for me, baby. Let Daddy see that pretty hole."

Enzo complied, flushing at the exposure but too turned on to care. He felt the cool touch of slicked fingers against his entrance and tensed instinctively.

"Relax," Matteo murmured, his free hand stroking Enzo's thigh soothingly. "I've got you. Just breathe."

As Matteo worked him open with careful, methodical movements, Enzo found himself lost in a haze of pleasure. By the time Matteo had three fingers inside him, curling and stretching in all the right ways, Enzo was a writhing mess.

"Please," he babbled, fucking himself back on Matteo's fingers. "I'm ready, I need you inside me, Daddy, please."

Matteo groaned, his control visibly slipping. "Fuck, baby. The things you do to me."

He withdrew his fingers, ignoring Enzo's whine of protest. Enzo watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Matteo slicked up his impressive cock, positioning himself at Enzo's entrance.

"Last chance to back out," Matteo warned, his voice strained.

Enzo wrapped his legs around Matteo's waist, pulling him closer. "Fuck me," he demanded. "Make me yours."

With a growl, Matteo pushed in, the thick head of his cock breaching Enzo's tight rim. They both groaned at the sensation, Enzo's body stretching to accommodate Matteo's considerable girth.

"So tight," Matteo gritted out, his arms trembling with the effort of holding back. "So perfect for me, baby boy."

When Matteo was finally fully seated, he paused, giving Enzo time to adjust. The stretch burned, but in the best possible way. Enzo had never felt so full, so utterly possessed.

"Move," Enzo gasped, rocking his hips. "Please, Daddy, I need..."

Matteo didn't need to be told twice. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, setting a punishing pace that had Enzo seeing stars. Each thrust hit Enzo's prostate with unerring accuracy, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine.

"That's it," Matteo growled, his voice rough with exertion. "Take it, baby. Take Daddy's cock like the good little slut you are."

The filthy words sent heat pooling in Enzo's gut, his neglected cock leaking steadily between their bodies. "Please," he whimpered, not even sure what he was begging for anymore.

Matteo seemed to understand anyway. He shifted his weight, bracing himself on one arm so he could wrap a hand around Enzo's cock. "Come for me," he commanded, stroking in time with his thrusts. "Let me feel you, baby boy."

It was too much. The dual stimulation, combined with Matteo's words and the overwhelming sensation of being so thoroughly claimed, pushed Enzo over the edge. He came with a hoarse cry, spilling hot and messy between their bodies.

The clench of Enzo's muscles triggered Matteo's own release. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep, filling Enzo with pulse after pulse of heat.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, both panting and trembling in the aftermath. Then, with infinite care, Matteo eased out of Enzo and collapsed beside him.

Enzo whined at the loss, immediately curling into Matteo's solid warmth. To his surprise, Matteo gathered him close, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead.

"You did so well for me, baby," Matteo murmured, his voice soft with affection. "So perfect, so good for Daddy."

Enzo preened under the praise, a warm contentment settling in his bones. He felt boneless, utterly wrecked in the best possible way.

As Matteo cleaned them both up with gentle touches, Enzo found himself drifting, hovering on the edge of sleep. But a nagging thought kept him from fully relaxing.

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