Page 18 of The Enforcer

How the fuck did she have the power to make me feel like this was the first time?

Her hands ran up and down my arms. Her gaze was on me, on my olive skin, my chest, my stomach. She placed her mouth just below my collarbone, a chaste kiss here, another one a few inches below it. I was rooted in place, unsure how I was ever going to be able to move from here at all.

"You're beautiful," she told me, finally lifting her gaze and looking at me. I could see the shyness in her eyes, could see that she was tentative about saying anything at all to me.

A shudder tore down my spine and I reached out to clasp her shoulders with my hands, holding her tightly in place. It was as though I needed her to hold on or else my knees were going to get weak and I was going to collapse into a puddle on her floor.

I shouldn't be here, in her room. Her father could come home at any moment. And yet, I didn't care. I just didn't care. Being inside Kenna was more important to me than anything else. I would risk years of a friendship just to be inside her again.

I was dog shit, but even knowing that wasn't going to make me change.

I placed my hands on her hips and slowly turned her around so her back was facing my chest. My hands went up her sides, and I was amazed to see goosebumps follow my touch. She had power over me, but that did not mean I was completely weak.

I took the strap of her bra in my hands and slowly undid the clasps. I slid my hands underneath the straps, pulling them down until the bra fell to the floor. My hands immediately cupped her breasts, causing her to throw her head back against my chest and let out a small, surprised gasp.

I moved my mouth so it hit her shoulder, nipping and sucking at the skin. I was trying to do my best to ensure that I wasn't going to leave my mark on her, but it wasn't a first priority, not when her my fingers wanted to feel her nipples marble against my palms.

She arched her back, her ass rubbing against my cock. I had to drop one hand from her breast to grasp her waist in order to ensure I didn't lose my balance.

Fuck.

This was wrong. I needed to stop before things got out of hand.

Who the fuck was I kidding? Things had already gotten out of hand.

I released her breasts and slid my fingers down the sides of her panties. I tugged them down until they fell to her feet. With shaky legs, she stepped out of them, one foot,and then the next. She was naked and I was drinking her in like a cold beer during the Superbowl.

I ran my hand up her bare ass, feeling how tight it was before I pushed her forward so she was forced to bend over her bed, her ass in the air. I dropped to my knees and placed my face on her cunt. She was already soaking wet. My cock throbbed, like it was in actual pain because I was keeping it from burying it so far into her that she could feel it in her chest.

But I had to taste her.

I needed to taste her.

She let out a loud moan. If Matt was here, he definitely would have heard it, but since I had yet to hear him rushing up the stairs to check on his precious daughter, I knew we were still safe.

I picked myself up, my hands cupping the backs of her thighs. I had no idea why I was obsessed with particular areas of her body that weren’t exactly sexy - backs of her thighs, insides of her wrists, but I was. The truth of the matter was, every part of her was sexy and I wanted them all.

I grabbed my cock and moved the tip against the lips of her cunt. I needed to soak it in her juices, I needed her to know that I was nearly there and she needed to prepare. That I was going to take her, so if she wanted to back off, she needed to do it now.

But she didn't.

She didn't push me away. She didn't tell me we shouldn't be doing this. She did none of those things.

Because she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.

I slammed my cock into her without giving her any sort of warning. She let out a small scream. I could tell I hurt her, so my grip on her hips was gentle and I kissed her shoulder blade. I said nothing, but I waited until I felt her relax against my body before I moved against her - slowly at first, until I started to pick up speed.

Her breathing increased and she did not seem to mind as my thrusts got harder and harder. Her moaning increased as well. I knew in the back of my head that Matt could walk in at any moment, but quite frankly, I didn't give a shit. Let him catch me fucking his daughter. I didn't care.

I reached around her, my fingers on her clit. I moved them back and forth until she shattered around me. I kept my pace and soon, I was coming inside her like she was fucking taking it from me. My nails pierced her skin and I held onto her. Because if I didn't, I would have stumbled .

Before either of us could say a word, or even enjoy the moment, we heard the front door to the house close.

"Kenna?" Matt called. "You there? Is Joaquin here? I saw his car out front."

Shit.

Fuck.

We were both fucked right now. There was no way out of this one.

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