Page 36 of The Enforcer

I squeezed my knees and rocked, finally pulling up until only the tip was inside. Seconds later, he cocked his head, pressing the tip of his finger between my breasts. “Careful.”

“Or what?” I fell down purposely, impaling myself once again, but pulled up almost immediately.

“Or what?” he repeated.

“Uh-huh.” I repeated the sinful move, shocked when he bumped me off his body with ease, tossing me over onto my stomach.

“Then I guess I’ll need to do this.” Using my long strands as a leash, he yanked back my head as he pulled me onto all fours with his other arm. I was now completely at his mercy.

He swatted my bottom twice like he’d done before, but he wasn’t interesting in taking more time. As he plunged into my pussy again, I couldn’t hold back a single scream.

The high-pitched sound could easily be heard if the walls weren’t thick. A series of vivid lights floated in front of my eyes and I remained breathless as he pulled out, thrusting into me again.

Soon he had a perfect rhythm, pumping like a crazed man. The force drove me into the bed, but I fought to keep my hold, locking my elbows. The sound of his skin hitting mine was a powerful aphrodisiac, lulling me into another round of bliss.

Even his breathless growls were spiraling me out of control. I was exhausted, aching all over. But he refused to stop, his stamina unlike any man I’d ever known.

I kept my eyes closed as he fucked me, wishing this moment could last all night long. Maybe it could, but reality would soon return and I’d be left feeling cold, even missing him. That seemed so strange when I didn’t know him at all.

He must have sensed my mind had drifted away. The moment he cracked his hand on my already aching bottom, I yelped and clawed at the pillows. If only I could aim one at his head. I tried, unable to keep the mischievous side of myself away.

“A playful vixen yet dangerous in her own right. You will leave me with a lot to think about.” Christos yanked my hair again before folding his massive body over mine. When he grabbed my hands, folding his fingers around mine, he started rocking me more slowly.

I fell into the sweet lull all over again as he ground his hips, the move driving his cock in even deeper. I was kept in the haze while he nuzzled his face into my neck. The heat between us was combustible. I was perspiring, my upper lip covered in moisture. Now we were rocking so hard together the constant sound of the headboard hitting the wall became a monotonous rhythm.

“Come for me, angel. Don’t hold back.”

His words were demanding, sparking my senses all over again. Perhaps my body had been waiting for the perfect dominating man. Within seconds, I was brought into another powerful wave. My pussy muscles clamped around his shaft like a tight vise as my body began to spasm.

“Oh. Yes. Oh. Oh. Yes. Yes.”

He rolled his tongue around the shell of my ear, holding me in a tight cocoon as the orgasm continued. I’d never had one with such a forceful nature. The moment of pure ecstasy was the first I’d ever experienced, a memory that would easily last a lifetime.

When I started to come down from the intense haze, he rocked me roughly. I could tell by his ragged breathing he was close to the edge. I was smiling as his growls and labored breathing increased.

He was ready to lose control.

I squeezed my muscles and his entire body tensed like a live wire. His guttural roar buzzed in my ears.

The man knew how to make an entrance and a finish. The thought kept the smile on my face as he erupted deep inside.

Panting, I clawed the bedding, smiling as the rapture continued to roll through every cell. Every muscle. “Amazing.”

“Yes, you are, my angel.”

He held me close, our bodies molded as one. When he finally pushed us both down, he curled his arm around me. I couldn’t catch my breath, the heat of his body keeping every cell on fire.

“Fucking amazing,” he whispered.

“Uh-huh.” I couldn’t talk, let alone think.

For several minutes, nothing else was said. When he moved, rising to a sitting position, I half rolled over.

He peered down into my eyes, his nostrils flared. There was a thoughtful way he was looking at me. If I had to guess, I’d say he was trying to decide what to do with me.

With this.

“I’ll get our wine,” he said and climbed off the bed.

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