Page 58 of The Enforcer

The hunger he’d expressed hadn’t surprised me. But the longing, the words he’d said to me had. We enjoyed pretending we were anyone else but who we were, as if that could make the circumstances more palatable. While I was no Cinderella just praying for a glass slipper to fall from the sky, up until tonight, he’d acted as if he was a king.

Not any longer. I’d had a taste of the real man, one with did have a soft side to him when I’d believed him all brawn and danger.

I closed my eyes as he rubbed his fingers down my spine. He had a way of keeping me tingling and feeling so alive. When I felt the same fingers touch my lips, I opened my mouth without him having to ask me to do so.

He pumped several of them inside and I swirled my tongue back and forth. He was slickening them, ensuring they were nice and wet. My mind was spinning with the thought of him taking me in the ass. How long had it been since I’d experienced something so damn naughty?

When he pulled his fingers free, the slight popping sound made him growl. He eased them between my ass cheeks, pushing first one inside.

The pain was mild, fleeing almost instantly, yet when he added a second and third finger, I let out a strangled moan. This was so intimate, so personal, and my feelings were all over the place. I wanted to be here, with him. I wanted to be lost in the moment and in the man. I longed to allow myself to care about him, but it was out of the question.

As he pushed past the tight ring of muscle, I shoved aside the doubts. For now. Morning would come too quickly.

I cinched my eyes closed once again. The moment he started thrusting hard and fast, I fell into a sweet lull. But seconds later, he drove his cock back inside my pussy and I wasn’t able to keep the slight scream from rocketing up toward the night sky.

The combination as he pumped his fingers into my ass and his shaft into my tight channel was like nothing I’d experienced before. I’d never felt so filled, and rocked with him as he developed a perfect rhythm. I wanted him to keep going, to fuck and fill me.

Every sound he made was deliciously guttural, a man turned into a beast fucking a woman. His woman to be exact. At least so he’d proclaimed.

Squirming, I met every rough thrust with one of my own, the action leaving me lightheaded. I felt the smile cross my face as he flexed his fingers open. This was as close to heaven as I knew I’d ever find myself in.

I was panting and perspiring, already covered in beads of the rugged man’s sweat. I didn’t mind. The thought of having his musky scent lingering on my body for hours was delicious and sinful.

When he slowed his actions, finally removing his fingers, I couldn’t help but look behind me. There was something almost magical about watching him prepare to fuck me. The way his face scrunched up, his brow furrowed, and he issued husky growls pushed me into a heightened level of desire.

His eyes were now locked onto mine as he pushed the tip of his cock against my dark hole. While I was stretched slightly, I knew his shaft was so large I would feel a slice of pain. And in truth, I was looking forward to it. He had a way of keeping me on the edge where agony and ecstasy were brought together in a powerful moment.

I held my breath as he pushed inside just a couple of inches.

Instantly, my muscles clenched tight on the thick invasion. His entire face was pensive as he gripped my hips, growling under his breath as he pushed inside. His actions were slow and gentle, yet the discomfort rushed into a moment of agony before backing down.

Within seconds, the blissful pleasure was all that mattered. I was filled with not only his thick cock, but a heightened level of warmth. It was like I was on fire and it felt damn good. So much so I rocked against him as I’d done before.

Nothing had prepared me for how I felt when I was with him. There were no playbooks to handle wanting so desperately to hate a man to make it easier to deal with your lust. He pulled out, driving into me again. When he finally developed a rhythm, I met every thrust.

Soon, we were rocking together, the momentum increasing like my pulse was doing. We were both panting, the animalistic sounds floating all around us. The noise was the best form of an aphrodisiac. I had a smile on my face, my mind torn in so many directions.

When he cracked his hand against my bottom, I was jerked back from the intense fantasy.

He pulled my legs together with his massive thighs, crowding over me as he continued thrusting hard and fast. When he draped his entire body over mine, the pressure and heat made me delirious.

“I could do this every day,” he whispered and I was about to tell him I wouldn’t mind.

I laughed instead, trying to keep control of my mind as the pleasure reached a plateau I’d never experienced before. Within seconds, I knew without a doubt he was finally ready to release, to stain me with his scent and fill me with his seed.

What was a bad girl to do?

I squeezed my muscles, smiling to myself as he started to roar. As he erupted deep inside, I knew returning to my life wouldn’t be easy.

But somewhere inside, I knew the fairytale had to end.

It did.

Somehow.

Some way.

“Now boarding flight 729 to New York.”

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