Page 52 of Enforcer's Obsession

Then he breached my entrance, the thick, mushroom head of his cock spreading me.

“Oh God,” I moaned as he fed me his cock inch by inch.

He looked down at me, his smile almost tender, even though the expression on his face was primal.

Our eyes were locked until he was fully seated, and I had to close my eyes against the sensation. I had touched myself, brought myself what I had thought of as satisfying climaxes.

The pleasure ricocheting through my body now was unlike anything I felt.

Anything I could have imagined.

And then he moved.

At his first thrust, I cried out, clinging to Nico, hoping for something to ground me.

He held me tight as he fucked me, supporting me through the climax that made me lose all sense of space and time.

When I came back to myself, he was there, still driving inside of me and when I locked my eyes with his, he stilled, his big body rigid as he filled me with his cum.

FOURTEEN

Nico

I’d thoughtshe looked perfect in my bed before, but now that I’d tasted her, been inside her…

My chest clenched with unfamiliar emotion as I stared at her, her thin braids strewn over my pillows, the rays of sun highlighting the brown, blonde, and black strands.

I waited for the guilt, knowing that scum like me should never had touched her, let alone fuck her.

And then fuck her again.

That guilt didn’t come.

No, all I felt was contentment and a desire that was even stronger now than it had been before I’d touched her.

She shifted and then looked at me. A soft smile spread across her lips, and her eyes took on a dreamy softness. “Good morning,” she whispered, her voice both breathy and gruff.

I was hard instantly, and from the way her eyes widened, she hadn’t missed it.

I wanted nothing more than to bury myself in her softness and heat but the tiny part of me that was still decent knew she needed a break.

“Time to get up, Trouble,” I said.

I realized too late that I sounded gruff, but she just smiled. “My name is still Hope,” she said.

“Well,Hope, get dressed,” I said.

She laughed, and the hard-on that had receded came roaring back to life when she stood. To my surprise, she didn’t try to cover herself. No, she just walked toward the bathroom with those sweet-ass curves on display.

I chuckled and then left and went to the guest room to clean up and dress.

“Where are we going?” she asked when I walked back into my bedroom.

She looked at me, wary, but also interested.

“Do you like waffles?” I asked instead of answering.

She blinked, a flash of pain in her expression before she answered. “Yes. They were my mother’s favorite.”

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