Page 127 of Enforcer

“I missed you. Fuck, I missed you so much.”

He gives up on teasing me and slides two fingers inside me. I nearly fall to the ground as my knees try to buckle, but I regain my composure and straighten, one hand finding his shoulder for leverage.

“I missed you,” I whimper when he grinds the heel of his palm into my clit.

“You’re so fucking stubborn. I could’ve been making you come all this time. Even when I couldn’t fucking walk, I’d have found a way to make you scream my fucking name, tesoro.”

His words have guilt wavering in my stomach.

“I was scared,” I whisper.

“I know, baby. You don’t have to be, though. I’ve got you.”

I come as he captures my lips, swallowing my scream like it’s his sustenance.

When he pulls back and pulls his fingers out of me, I grapple with his pants, dropping to my knees as his cock springs free.

My mouth savors the flavor of him and the feel of his piercings as he grabs my hair with both hands and thrusts forward.

My gag sounds, and he growls like it gives him power.

“That’s it, baby. Give me more of that. Gag on me,” he groans, shoving me down again.

Spit and tears are running down my face like a rainstorm, the sounds of me gagging mixing with his moans that are bleeding together like a symphony.

He comes down my throat, and I fight to swallow it before he pulls out and tries to lead me to the bedroom after kicking out of his pants.

I tug him down to me. To the floor.

“What are you doing?” he pants as I straddle him and reach between us to line his cock up with my pussy.

I don’t answer him. I’m too needy.

I’m too fucking ready for him.

I slide down his cock, his piercings feeling divine and my pussy feeling full at this angle, and his hands find my hips, squeezing tight.

“God, you feel good. Fuck me, tesoro.”

His wish is my command because I need more.

I’ll never lose the shame that I wasn’t there with him when he needed me most, but I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for it somehow.

By loving him the best I can and fucking him equally so.

I wrap my arms around his neck, using the back of his hair for leverage as I spread my knees wider on the floor and ride him, climax already building from the way his piercings are hitting just the right spot, not to mention the way he feels at this angle.

“Tesoro,” he groans, and I nearly don’t answer.

“Mm?”

He fists my hair in one hand, my throat in the other, his eyes growing feral.

“I’m coming in this pussy tonight. You’re mine now. Do you hear me?”

A trickle of fear runs the length of my body at his words.

I planned to pull off him as I always do when I got close to coming.

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