Page 26 of Elusive Enforcer

In and out, he never picks up speed, slowly thrusting and feeling every inch of my pussy, like he’s memorizing me from the inside out, figuring out exactly which places are sensitive, which ones make me flinch and buck and lose control.

The slow burn is killing me. I can feel the edge of the flame lick at my core, not quite there yet. His delicious torture is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. In and out, slow and steady. I wrap my legs around his hips and press him further into me so his cock hits my clit with each slow thrust.

He lets my hands go and places his arms on either side of my head. I wind my fingers in his hair and pull him down for a kiss. His tongue twists with mine in a slow dance, the same pace as his thrusts.

The flames reach my core and I'm so swollen, so sensitive, and aware of every single movement. He's keeping me on the edge and it's almost more than I can take. I grip his shoulders and try to move myself up, chasing my own release.

His hand goes to my hip to still my movements. Lorenzo rests his forehead on mine.

“Feel this with me, love. Feel me, feel us…” he grunts and his hips buck, sending shockwaves throughout my body.

“Lorenzo…” I whisper, not wanting to break whatever spell his body is casting over mine.

He continues his slow pace, every once in a while, adding a quick hard thrust that brings me right to the edge before he slows down again and draws out this excruciating pleasure. I can feel my juices trickling out of me and pooling on the sheets beneath me.

“Please…”

He thrusts again, harder this time.

“Oh! Oh fuck, I’m right there, Lorenzo…”

“Come for me, Florence. I’ve got you. Look at me, I want to see you lose control.”

With a final thrust, my orgasm takes over me. It’s slow and all-consuming, starting in my core and squeezing my muscles one by one. I swear my heart stops and I can’t take in air as wave after wave of delicious pleasure pulses through my body.

I stare into Lorenzo's deep brown eyes. It's so intense, so vulnerable. He swells inside of me as he empties himself deep in my womb. His jaw clenches and his nostrils flare as he comes, never breaking eye contact with me. He's shaking and panting as much as I am.

Lorenzo collapses on top of me and I savor his skin on mine, covering me, melting into me, as close as we can possibly be.

“Sorry,” he mumbles as he rolls us over.

I lay on top of him, completely spent and content. I rest my cheek on his chest and throw a leg over his, tangled up in him. My arm stretches over his chest as I place my hand over his heart.

“I love you,” I whisper. You’re all mine.”

“Forever and always,” he replies, combing his fingers through my wild hair. “You’re stuck with me now, love.”

“I like the sound of that.”

Lorenzo presses the sweetest kiss to the top of my head, making me feel so cherished and loved. The details of merging our lives still need to be discussed, but truly, it doesn’t matter. We’re here, together, and that’s enough. Our happily ever after starts right now.

EPILOGUE

LORENZO

Water splashes around me, a few droplets spraying across my feet. My son emerges from the swimming pool with a big grin on his face, clearly proud of the trick he just did.

“Dad! Did you see my jump? I think the splash was like fifty feet high!” Bently exclaims as he wades over to the side of the pool where I’m sitting.

“I did,” I tell him with a smile. “I was worried you created a tidal wave with that splash.”

My son laughs and then joins his friends on the other side of the pool. It’s his birthday today, and we’re celebrating with his favorite activity - swimming. At eight years old, Bently is full of endless energy. He has my dark hair and brown eyes, which Florence loves.

Our daughter, on the other hand, takes after her mother. I smile as I look down at my baby girl, fast asleep in my arms. At just two years old, Jade already has the feisty personality of her mother, as well as her curly red locks. It’s amazing that she can sleep through her older brother’s pool party. Then again, I’m happy that my little girl feels safe enough to fall asleep anywhere as long as I’m around.

“Need me to take her?” my wife asks from behind me. I look up as she walks around to the side of the bench I’m sitting on.

I don’t know how, but she’s even more breath-taking than the first time I saw her through my binoculars on that fateful stakeout. Her fiery red hair is pulled up into a ponytail with a few strands framing her beautiful face.

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