Page 98 of Enforcer

“Dante, no. Please, no. So sensitive,” I hiss, trying my damnedest to wiggle up the bed away from his ire.

He grins, looking up at me with my cum glistening on his tight beard. “I told you I was going to make you come until you were begging to be let loose.”

There are only a few more circles, and I’m screaming his name again.

By the third orgasm, I’m mush.

He lets me out of my restraints and unties me, but when I think he’s done tormenting me, he’s not.

He positions himself between my legs, clicking the vibrator up to what I hope is the highest setting. He sinks it deep inside my pussy to wet it before placing it over my clit while he fucks me.

“Hold it,” he orders, and it feels so fucking good; I quickly do as he asks, grabbing the vibrator and moving it over my clit as he presses into me, his lips finding mine.

It’s a chore to hold the vibrator between us as he kisses me deeply and thrusts into me equally so, but I manage.

Even though I’ve come three times, I feel the familiar burn moving through my body as another climax builds.

A tear leaves my eye as he lets my lips go and finds my nipple, sucking and making me cry out his name and lose my pace with the toy.

“If it takes me years to break you down, Alyssa, I’ll fucking wait.”

I look up at him, tears still falling. I don’t know why I’m crying. It could be sheer bodily exhaustion. Or it could be how I feel so unguarded now, splayed open for him to read like a novel that hasn’t been edited.

I can’t be this raw with people. I can’t let them see me.

Yet, he does.

He always does.

“I don’t think it’s going to take years,” I whisper back, and he drops his lips to mine again.

His pace picks up, and I do my best to wrap my tired legs around his ass, driving him on.

The toy moves with each thrust of his body, adding to the mind-boggling pleasure blazing in my synapses.

“Dante!” I shout, coming a fourth and final time as he tips over the edge with me, thrusting forward and spilling inside me.

I nearly cry with panic until he pulls out, and I spot the condom he’d put on at some point.

He works it off with a hiss and tosses it into the trash.

When he takes the toy away, I stretch my hand and realize how badly it has been cramped between us the entire time.

I close my eyes and listen to the steady thump of my heart, envisioning the walls around it toppling down and vowing not to panic.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Dante says as a warm cloth comes down on my pussy, causing me to hiss. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”

“Dante, if I come again, I’ll die.”

He smiles. “I’m honored that you think I could fuck you to death, but I meant that I need you to drink some water and eat something. I don’t need you feeling like hell tomorrow because of how far we went tonight.”

Warmth spreads in my chest as I sit on the bed and nod.

When I throw my legs off the edge, he shakes his head. “I got it. I’ll be right back.”

I watch him move out of the room, fully nude and gloriously covered in tattoos, as he makes for the kitchen.

I lay back down, snuggling onto my side and closing my eyes for a moment of peace while he’s gone.

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