Page 83 of The Enforcer

34Zoe

All of me hurts.I’m sore. I’m tired. I would like to sleep for another twenty hours at least. There are parts of my body I’ve never consciously thought about that are throbbing right now, and I am very aware of those muscles and tendons and Alfonso’s mouth brushing against them.

I wake up to his mouth on me, first my shoulders, then across my back, then down my spine. He pushes me onto my stomach and continues to kiss down my body.

“Fuck,” I whisper into the pillow.

He crawls down the bed, down my body, never losing contact with my skin. He places kisses along the broad width of my hips and around each buttock.

“Yes.”

He pushes my left leg up onto the bed with one hand while the other spreads my thighs. And then both hands are on my ass, spreading my cheeks.

“Fuck yes,” I groan as Alfonso’s tongue travels down the crack of my ass, circling my asshole lightly and then licking at my pussy.

I scream as quietly as I can into the pillow as he teases me from my clit to my pussy to my ass and back again. He laughs against my lips as he laps at me.

“Oh my God.” I dig my nails into the mattress.

Alfonso’s body is a map of contradictions. Soft tongue, rough palms. Slow strokes, pounding hips. Hard dick and the softest, sweetest words. He pushes me up to my knees, ass in the air. He’s let me take the lead since the day we met, but it feels good to give over just a bit of control for the moment, especially when Alfonso takes such good care of my pussy.

He mumbles endearments against my lips. He laps at my hole. He sucks at my clit. He whispers promises against my inner thighs and then laps them away with his tongue.

Eventually, I stop trying to be quiet. I hope Maria and Gabriele are sound sleepers because I can’t stop moaning as Alfonso turns onto his back and shimmies between my legs, spreading me wider to accommodate the broad shoulders that clearly run in his family. There’s no going back after that.

He pulls my pussy down onto his face, licking and sucking at me for all he’s worth.

When I rise onto my knees and sit fully on his face, he groans. The vibrations of his arousal against my sex is divine. Somehow or other, nothing and no one has ever felt as good as this. Alfonso’s lips circle my clit, and he sucks as hard as he can.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” I scream.

His right hand sinks into my stomach, his left into my hip. He holds me as I begin to ride his tongue until finally, I’m coming directly into his mouth.

I feel the warm splatter of his come on my back.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” I breathe.

“Il sentiment è reciproco,” he murmurs against my clit.

Someone bangs on the door and calls out in Italian.

Alfonso sighs, and I shiver because that gust of air against my overstimulated sex has me on the verge of another orgasm.

“My mother wants to know if you want eggs. She said all the Americans in movies eat eggs for breakfast.”

I fall off of him, laughing loudly.

Alfonso

Zoe is in such a good mood that she doesn’t complain even though we have to walk over four hundred steps to the street. She’s tired, and sweaty, and beautiful, but she doesn’t complain. Probably because Ugo carries her suitcase.

When we make it to the street, Ugo leads the way to his car. It’s covered in leaves and dirt because he never uses it. He’s like our father, much more comfortable walking or taking his scooter.

“Don’t crash it,” he teases as he lifts Zoe’s baggage into the boot.

“I won’t,” I say with a hint of trepidation. I’m actually a very good driver, but life has a way of spiraling out of control. “I promise.”

He rolls his eyes and turns to Zoe. “Sorella,” he says softly.

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