Page 23 of Enforce This

I leaned down and drew it deep between my lips, letting my tongue slide around while she started crying out and writhing beneath us. I pulled away, letting it pop from between my lips.

She whimpered and clutched the back of my leg while I squeezed and groped her, making those beautiful mounds jiggle and dance for me.

She bit her lip and stared up at me.

Fuck.

She arched her back, and any type of loyalty to Mark that might have kept her safe from any of this was blown.

Her lips parted and she struggled to breathe as her body contorted with pleasure.

I dropped the towel, grabbed my cock, and painted her lower lip with the tip of it. She timidly flicked her tongue along the ridge and left me curling my toes. For a moment I thought of how vulnerable she was. How innocent that little gesture seemed. Not that it was going to deter me. It only sealed the deal, but any thoughts toward her being inexperienced were shot to hell, when she tipped her head back and guided me into that glorious mouth of hers without the need for hands. Both of which were gripping my ass cheeks. Her nails sank into me while she fought her own gag reflex, and I felt the first few violent spasms of the entrance of her throat.

“Feloni…” I moaned, from the depths of my soul and possessively fell forward, angling myself over her, and clinging to the sheet while she gobbled my cock like a fucking professional.

My face was less than a foot away from Oak’s when the name registered. He spat the girl’s pussy lips out like they were poison and wiped his mouth a few times trying to get rid of the evidence.

“Wha–? What the fuck did you just say…?” he huffed, between ragged breaths.

Trista moaned and whimpered around my cock and my balls tightened until I was incapable of doing anything but burying my face in the pussy Oak had just vacated.

“E– Easy…” he stammered, while she mewled and ground her soaked pussy against my mouth and nose.

I couldn't be bothered with reason at a time like this. What did Mark expect? They didn’t call me Easy for nothing. I wrapped my arms around her upper thighs like a boa constrictor and started to slobber and suckle while she fucked my face.

“E!” he firmly called, giving my shoulder a shove before the panic climbed into his voice. “Mother fucker tell me that’s not Mark’s daughter you’re face down in right now!”

I clutched her thighs and suckled her cunt like it was a goddamn peach.

Her thighs started to shake and she jerked around, smearing her hot goodness all over me.

“We’re both fucking dead men.” Oak groaned, jerking the nightstand drawer open.

I was vaguely aware that he was helping himself to my weed, but I didn’t give a fuck. Every muscle in my body was tensing while she cried out and choked on my dick. I thrust mercilessly and smothered myself in her cunt so no one would hear me when I finally came.

“Goddamn,” Oak mumbled appreciatively from near the bookshelf.

He hadn’t wanted any part in corrupting Mark’s daughter, but, apparently, he didn’t mind watching.

I struggled to breathe, but it wasn’t so bad dragging her essence violently into my lungs. I wasn’t sure exactly what one did when they ended up throat fucking their somewhat captive president’s daughter, so I ended up just planting a kiss on her thigh and slowly shifting myself off her.

“Well, mother fucker, don’t stop there… You’re already going to be put in a shallow grave. You might as well tap that shit like there’s no tomorrow,” Oak rambled, licking the joint and giving it a final twist.

I reached down and grabbed my cock, carefully sliding it from between her plump lips.

“Fuck,” I whispered, like I’d left half my soul in the bottom of her throat.

She sat up and sucked her bottom lip, looking from me to Oak.

“I don’t know what you’re on about, big boy. You’re both wearing my pussy on your face.”

Oak’s jaw dropped and he swiped his mouth, looking at me as she ambled past him toward the bathroom.

“Do you think she will tell him?” he blurted out, his tone barely above a whisper, the minute the door shut.

She cackled from within and seductively taunted, “You sound like a scared little girl. Are you sure you’re a soldier, O’Brian?”

“Oh my God, she knows my name.” He groaned.

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