Page 76 of The Enforcer

“When there’s little time and almost no space.”

He growled and backed away just enough to yank my dress up to my waist. “A very good try, Doctor. But your attempt at an excuse won’t fly.” He shoved his hand between my legs, instantly fingering my pussy through the lace.

I reached around with one hand touching his thigh while trying to keep from wobbling on my heels. As he rubbed up and down, I took several gasping breaths. Within seconds, the tiny room was already becoming overheated. Or maybe that was just my body.

“You’re very wet. I don’t think you should be wearing your thong. I think I should take the sexy lace and silk for you.”

“Oh, no, you don’t. I am not going commando at your brother’s wedding.” I was already finding it difficult to concentrate as pleasure tickled the insides of my legs. He was rougher than normal with his actions, his forcefulness driving me onto the tips of my toes.

“We’ll see. That’ll depend on whether you’re a very good girl when I fuck you.”

“Not in this bathroom.”

“Right here. Right now.” He kept his grin as he ripped aside my panties, instantly driving his fingers into my wetness. And I was wet, more so than I should be when attending a family function, but I blamed him for everything.

He added a second and third finger, flexing them open as he plunged hard and fast. I was jarred against the counter, forced to slam my hands on the glass. When he nudged my legs further apart, I was ready to beg the man to fuck me.

He had that kind of effect on me, my hunger outweighing any concept of common sense.

My lips were suddenly dry, my heart racing. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. That was easy to tell by the spark in his eyes.

“Jesus,” I panted, my hot breath starting to steam up the mirror.

“Hot and ready. All for me. You never know when and where I’ll fuck you.”

I laughed although I knew he meant every word. I bucked against him involuntarily as he continued finger-fucking me. My legs were trembling, the crazed heat I felt deep in my core turning to molten lava. He had a way of erasing every bit of anxiety, reminding me that what we shared was once in a lifetime.

“Come for me, angel. I need to fuck you,” he commanded.

After licking my lips, guttural sounds rushed up from my throat. “Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” I spread my legs even wider, pushing back against him. The seconds that passed kept every muscle tense until I finally couldn’t hold back any longer.

As the orgasm swept through me, he caught the first sound I made, slapping his hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming. I wiggled in his hold, sucking in what breath I could as the climax continued. I was on a distinct high, billows of shapes floating past my periphery of vision.

I clawed the mirror, my pussy muscles clamping and releasing in a constant momentum.

Christos slowed his rhythm, staring at me in the mirror with such intensity I was taken aback. His eyes were true reflections of the range of his soul, which both excited and terrified me. The terror wasn’t of some horrible deed, but the concern that I’d fall too hard for a man who wasn’t good for me.

Exhaling, I dropped my head as vibrations of the pleasure continued to rattle my system.

I didn’t need an explanation after hearing a sound. The man wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He’d unzipped his tux pants preparing to fuck me. He didn’t waste any time, driving the entire length of his cock inside.

“Oh, fuck me. Yes. Yes.” I was more vocal than before, even slapping my hands against the glass from the rush of rapture. He pulled almost all the way out, driving into me with such force I was pitched against the glass.

I pushed back just the way he liked and he smacked my bottom.

“Be careful, wild child. I’m in a ferocious mood.” His voice rumbled as he spoke.

“Give me all you’ve got.”

“Be careful what you ask for.” Pulling out again, he teased me by running the leaking tip of his cock up and down my pussy, chuckling darkly when he rolled it down the crack of my ass.

“I’m not asking. I’m telling.”

He opened his eyes wide as if I’d shocked him, keeping the dashing yet evil smile as he drove back into my tight channel. As soon as he rolled onto the balls of his feet, he gripped my hips, yanking me further from the counter. With a hard snap of his hand, he bent me over, fucking me in a quick and brutal rhythm.

The sound of his body smacking into mine filled the space as the scent of our desire roared to the surface. I was jutted forward even as I pushed my hands against the glass to steady myself.

He didn’t care. His entire face was twisted as he plunged like a wild animal, growling and grunting his pleasure. The heat was almost suffocating. I watched as sweat rolled down his face, each drop falling against my back as if in slow motion.

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