Page 67 of The Enforcer

Zoe closes her eyes and grinds her clit onto the heel of my hand. The groan that falls from her mouth is so loud that I’m certain someone will hear. I don’t care. She will care, however. Zoe will like it if someone hears us or stumbles upon us, and I want her to wring every bit of excitement from this moment, so I fuck her harder.

Still, “More,” she groans, pulling the knot holding her dress together free. She’s completely naked in my lap, but she doesn’t give me time to appreciate that before pulling my mouth to her chest and pressing her nipple against my lips.

On another woman, this keening moan would have been a plea, but when I hear it from Zoe’s mouth, I recognize it as a command that I’m all too happy to obey.

Come ho avuto questa fortuna? Where has she been all of my life? And how do I fuck her hard enough to keep her?

“Oh my God, yes,” she moans, now very obviously riding my hand.

Somehow, this is the best thing I’ve ever felt, but not enough. I want her on my cock. I want all this wet, clenching softness milking me until there’s nothing left.

“Condom,” she whispers into my ear, her voice a high-pitched but still commanding wail.

I cannot believe how fast my dick shrivels to nothing but a sad husk. I pull back, letting her breast graze my bottom lip. “I-I don’t have il preservativo.”

Zoe blinks down at me. “Huh?” She’s still clenching around me, but my fingers have stilled.

“I don’t have a condom,” I say in a hoarse voice.

She smiles. “Sir, I am always prepared. I just thought you would have one closer to hand.” Her purse was slung over her arm, but in our rutting, it’s fallen into the crook of her elbow. It’s nothing more than a small leather pouch, and I’d wondered why she even brought it to dinner. Now I know that she had a lipstick, some gum, and a condom inside.

Beautiful and in control.

And her hand is in my pants.

“Cazzo,” I yell the minute I feel her fingers in my underwear. It’s as if the world has sped up and closed in on us. I lift my hips, and we both shudder as my fingers press into her again.

“God, I need your dick.”

If I weren’t on the verge of coming in my pants again, I could have cried. Zoe needs me. Well, my dick, but that counts as surely as my fists. “It’s yours,” I moan as she fishes me out, stroking me. “Harder.”

I’m not the only one who knows how to follow directions.

“Your dick is lovely,” she says as her thumb circles the head. “Thick. Not too long. Fat.”

I pump my hips up at her at that last word. The way her mouth loves it, caresses it, even. As if my thick, not too long, fat dick is in her mouth. “Dio,” I moan.

“But I’m not like my cousin,” she says.

“Che cosa? Chi?”

She understands my questions well enough. “Shae,” she says.

I wonder why the hell we’re talking about her, but out of loyalty to Salvo — and fear that Zoe will take her hand away — I try and focus on her words and resist the urge to fuck up into her hand just yet.

“I’m not going to let a stranger fuck me raw and get me pregnant.”

“What?” I shout, my head clearing. “I don’t want children.”

Her hand stops, and she stares at me.

It’s too dark in here to see her face clearly, but I can hear in her shuddering breath that she’s surprised.

“Right now?” she asks. “You mean you don’t want kids right now.”

I move her hand from my dick. “I don’t ever want to have children. That is my mother’s dream for me, not my own. I told you that already.”

I don’t understand how a once beautiful moment has turned so sad, but it has. I don’t want to talk about children or our families. I don’t want to talk at all. I want to fuck. I have wanted to fuck Zoe since the first time I saw her. I’m so sad that I begin to put my dick away; it feels strange having it so exposed in a moment like this.

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