Page 57 of Enforcer

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, tesoro. Look at you.”

My breathing is drowned out by the rain falling from the skies in heavy sheets.

“Dante, more. I need more.”

His answering smirk is wicked. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need you to shove your big, pierced cock inside me and fuck me hard.”

He whistles, pulling his fingers out of me and shoving them into my mouth, gagging me as he sinks them into my throat, watching them disappear.

My eyes water and I fight to let him down as deeply as possible.

“Fuck, tesoro. Suck them clean.”

I do as I’m told, twirling my tongue over his fingers to get every last morsel of my arousal off them.

“One of these days, I’m going to tie you up and fuck you any way that I want to,” he says, freeing his cock, the metal of his piercings glinting in the low lights of the street lamps beyond the windows.

“Oh yeah?” I tease, opening my legs wider for him to fit his big body between. “What will you do to me when I’m tied up?”

“Take away that smart fucking mouth for one.”

“Mm, now I’m gagged and tied up? Sounds like a good fucking ti—” He cuts my words off by shoving inside me, taking my breath away with the fullness.

“Hell,” I moan, latching onto him as he kisses me frantically.

The first few thrusts are overwhelming as he stretches me and presses into me deeper and deeper with each one.

I’m already about to come, and I don’t understand how it’s this way with him.

The Range Rover is rocking on its tires the faster he fucks me, and I wrap around him as he reaches between us and cuts off my air.

His lips leave mine, and his feral eyes watch as he takes me to the very edge to let me tip over it.

My body burns and aches the closer I get to coming, and my mouth hangs open, no air passing through.

“I love watching you. It’s becoming a fucking addiction, you know that? Watching you gag on me. Watching your cunt swallow up my cock like a greedy whore. Watching you come with my fucking name on your lips. I’m becoming addicted to you, tesoro. And I fear there’s no goddamned cure.”

My body breaks, bending to him like he’s its master. My walls clench and dance over him, and he doesn’t let up on my throat for me to remind him not to come in me. Even if my walls are slowly coming down brick by brick; I can’t give him that.

My eyes grow frantic as my lungs burn for air.

Dante, however, stays true to his sweet nature and lets go of my throat as he pulls out of me, hurrying over my body to jack his cock over my face.

I press up, covering the tip of him with my mouth as I watch him buckle, one hand on the roof, one hand fisting his dick like he’s in a race with death.

“Fuck, Lyss. Fuckkkk. Get it all. Swallow every drop, baby,” he mutters, voice strained as his cock erupts, ropes of cum battering the back of my throat.

I fight to swallow it down.

“Good girl, tesoro. Jesus, good fucking girl.”

I clean him off, licking the tip of him clean and relishing in the shudder that rushes through him before he lays beside me, cock still semi-hard, jutting up his stomach.

We’re both covered in sweat, and our breathing has yet to calm.

“What question were we on?”

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