Page 17 of The Enforcer

Chapter Seven

Joaquin

Ineeded to feel her writhing underneath me. I needed to feel her twitch. I needed her to react rather than to be able to control herself.

She sucked my dick like her fucking life depended on it. A big part of me wanted nothing more than to fall asleep. I was in my early forties. I was ready to retire from hockey. It wasn't so easy to get hard right after coming. But somehow, the fact that I was with Kenna, seemed to make up for it.

I could already feel myself stirring as I pressed my body on hers. Kenna was slender and petite. I was two of her with solid muscle. I could feel her pressing against me, her arms automatically locking against my neck, pulling me down and pressing me tightly against her.

God, I loved that feeling. Like she was desperate for me. Like she was desperate for me cock.

"What the fuck are you doing to me?" I wondered out loud, my lips near her ears, caressing them. "I can't control myself around you."

She didn't respond, at least not with words. Her leg came up and hooked around my waist. I grinded against her core. She let out a moan as she felt my cock - hard already - against her. The sound gave me a thrill. I loved the sounds she made when I was on top of her, when I was inside of her. Hell, I loved the sounds she made when I fucking touched her. It was like music, a song I couldn't get out of my head, one that I wanted to play over and over again.

Her lips claimed the spot just underneath my ears, sucking on it hard. I knew she would leave a small hickey there. Typically, I hated juvenile shit like that, but I knew Kenna's intention was not to mark me up because she had something to prove. Kenna was passionate. This was her losing control of herself, not realizing what she was doing. This was what I wanted. This was what I craved from her.

Her lips descended, against my throat, leaving a trail of wetness. She claimed my pulse. She claimed the tip of my collarbone. She claimed the beginning of my chest. She claimed me.

Shit, I was fucking hers, whether I wanted to be or not.

I pressed into her again. Her grip on me tightened. Another moan came from her mouth, her lips vibrating against my skin. She wasn't trying to be quiet. Part of me knew I needed to put my hand over her mouth and prevent any noise from coming out just in case her dad got home earlier than we both expected. There was no way I could take that chance, having him hear me fuck his daughter - though the thought of it caused my cock to shudder.

Her grip turned into clawing as her nails sank into my shirt, my skin. If I didn't have that thin layer of cotton, she would mark me up like she was a goddamn alley cat.

I should pull away from her. I should tell her that we need to stop doing this and that we weren't going to work out in the long scheme of things. But the truth of the matter was, it was all bullshit. Who knew what the future held? Who knew what was in store for us? I wasn't going out of my way to think about that. I was more concerned with the now, this moment. And more than anything, I wanted Kenna. I wanted to be inside of her. I wanted her more than I had wanted anyone before.

The fact that we shouldn't just added to my resolve, just added flames to the fire.

I craved everything about her. I’d had her once, and now I was addicted. Now I needed more.

Without warning, I took her waist in my hands. I liked the way her body curved in at the waist and out at the hips. It reminded me of a Coke bottle. It reminded me that Kenna was everything I wanted in a woman.

I flipped her over so she was on her stomach. She let out a startled gasp, but she swallowed it when I began to play with the hemline of her shirt and slowly bring it up, over her head leaving her in nothing but a flimsy bra and her pants. I tossed the shirt on the floor and reached around to undo the button on her jeans. The fucker was too tight, it was hard for me to strip off by myself so she helped me. I was grateful she could read my mind without being asked.

When she was in nothing but a thong and a bra, her ass in the sky, her hands holding herself up, I couldn't help but stare.

Fuck.

She was fucking flawless. I had no idea how I wound up being so lucky to have to her want me. She could have whoever she wanted. She could. And for some inexplicable reason, she wanted me.

I let one hand drop from her hips and run over her ass, cupping it like I cupped a globe back in fucking middle school. Everything was tight and firm beneath my hand.

Jesus.

I continued to run my hand up. I needed to feel her flesh. I needed to feel every inch of her body again. I smoothed over the small slope of her back, pushed up to her waist, until I reached her shoulder. She glanced over it, her big blue eyes going to mine. I felt my breath vanish in my throat and it was like sucking on sandpaper trying to get it back.

"What about you?" she asked in a low voice.

"What about me?" I managed to get out.

"Take off your clothes," she instructed.

I didn't even have to think about it. I obeyed, like she was my fucking drill sergeant and I was some green cadet who had no fucking clue what to do except follow orders.

When I was completely naked, she stared at me like I was a fucking steak, her eyes hungry and unabashed. Her openness caused my cock to twitch. There she went again with those magic powers and her ability to just completely wreck me with one fucking glance.

She took a moment just to stare before she moved closer to me, little by little. She reached out, her actions slow and tentative, as though we hadn't touched each other intimately yet. As though this was the first time.

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