Page 82 of The Enforcer

I don’t have a list ranking all of my lovers anymore, but if I did, Alfonso would be top of it right now. There’s something about feeling his fat, veiny dick inside of me with nothing between us, his hard, rounded stomach hitting my ass, or his beefy fingers digging into my hips, but I come with only a few strokes, the fear of the last few hours amplifying every slap of our bodies joining together again.

I don’t stop fucking back into him. I fuck Alfonso at my own pace, as hard and as soft as I like. He doesn’t ask me for anything more than all of me, and he doesn’t rush my climax. All Alfonso does is flinch against the brick digging into his skin and cry my name at higher and higher notes.

And just like last night, we lose control. We’re rutting against each other. I’m throwing it back hard enough to hurt. And I know it hurts because Alfonso is cursing and crying in Italian, too far gone to remember English.

I did that. My pussy did that. The thought makes me come a second time. And then again. And then again.

“I’m close,” Alfonso groans. “I’m coming.”

I pull away from him, just enough to feel his dick pop free.

He groans sadly.

I turn around and shut off the water. “Make yourself come,” I tell him. “I want you to come on me.”

The sounds of nature – nightbirds chirping, insects, water flowing - are interrupted by the fast, wet, desperate slap of Alfonso’s fist fucking his dick. I let him shove his other hand between my legs and circle my clit while he gets himself off. And when he’s close, when he’s shuddering with every stroke, I pull him toward me, he buries his face in my neck, and then I cup his balls right before he empties them onto my belly.

“Cazzo. Cazzo. Ti amo.”

We catch our breaths and then wash the remnants of sweat and blood and come from our bodies. We slip into the house and then squash together in his childhood bed, which was probably too small for him more than a decade ago. I don’t tell him that I love him because I don’t. And I don’t ask him if he meant it because I know he did.

But I do hold him close because it’s only a matter of time.

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