Page 42 of Enforcer

“Tesoro?”

I shake out of my lust-induced stupor and loll my head on my headrest toward Dante.

“What did you say?” I ask him.

He leans over, shoving the stick into park as he smirks. “I said we’re here, but I don’t think you care about that now, do you?”

“Of course, I care. We have to do the cake thing for Brynne,” I breathe, sounding foolish as I can’t keep my words from slurring.

“Mmm. We do. I don’t think you’ll be able to focus, however.”

His lips hover near mine, and my breathing grows slow and shallow. “Why?” I squeak.

His hand inches up my thigh, fingers brushing my panties aside. “Because of how bad you want to come right now.”

“Dante,” I all but whimper when he slips his fingers inside me.

I fist the front of his shirt in my left hand, and my right finds the door as I lift off the seat an inch and give him more room to work.

“How about I make you come for me, and then we go do thecake thing. Sound good?”

I nod frantically. He’s mocking me, but I don’t care. I can’t care.

“There’s a good girl. I love it when you’re compliant. Your sassy mouth rarely behaves,” he taunts, but I’m moaning at his praise.

“Like that, do you? You want to be my good girl?”

Another frenzied nod.

“Your nature says otherwise, unless...” he trails off, eyes locking on mine as my mouth drops open when the heel of his palm connects with my clit in just the right way.

“Unless you do it on purpose,” he finishes. There’s a question floating in his eyes, but he’s still working me out. All the while, I’m hoping he doesn’t probe any further.

“You misbehave like a dirty little slut, but you say you want to be my good girl.”

I groan so loudly that people walking by have likely heard me, even over the engine’s purr.

Dante chuckles darkly.

He’s figured out one of my kinks, and I’m floundering at his hand.

“Come for me, be my good little slut. If you make us late, I’m going to spank you in front of everyone on this street.”

My mind says he won’t, but I won’t press him.

He’s found my weak spot; I know I’m a goner.

So I listen and come violently, screaming his name and a string of curse words through the car as I feel my cum wash over his fingers.

When he slips out of me, replacing my panties over my throbbing, swollen pussy, he shoves them in my mouth.

“Clean them off.”

I do, gagging on them when he shoves too far. The entire time, our eyes are locked in a dangerous gaze.

He faces forward again, adjusting his massive cock in his jeans before he steps out of the car.

I take a few steadying breaths as he comes around and opens my door, offering me the same hand he just made me come with as help out.

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