Page 90 of The Enforcer

“Hate me all you want. That won’t change the way I feel about you.”

Instead of attempting to defy me by escaping, she threw her arm around my neck, fisting the back of my hair as she pushed against me with all her might. As soon as she captured my mouth, I loosened my hold, sliding my hand down the loose-fitting scrub top she’d been given at the hospital, cupping her rounded bottom.

Valencia thrust her tongue inside, gasping for air as her kiss became rougher than any before. She was almost desperate, her moans filtering into my mouth as she tangled her fingers, pulling my hair and grinding her body against mine.

I was blinded by desire, tortured by the need for her. I lifted her into the air, taking long strides, my intention to race up the stairs to my room. But I couldn’t wait that long. Neither could she. She started ripping at my clothes, jerking my belt until she was able to unfasten my trousers. The kiss continued, rough and harsh, our lips locked together as I dominated her tongue.

Every breath she took became mine.

Every moan was seductive music.

The taste of her was sweeter than ever, boosting the hunger until flashes of light flowed back and forth in front of my eyes. The sound of the buttons of my shirt popping, dropping to the floor only fueled both of us. She squirmed in my hold and as I slammed her against the wall, the force momentarily broke our connection.

Her laugh was husky, entirely different. “Fuck me. I need you. Us. Just do it.” Her eyes were lit with fire as she issued the command.

I smiled at her wryly, yanking the drawstring on the cheap material hiding her soft curves from me. As soon as I rippedthem down along with her thong, she fought to get them off her feet, moaning the entire time.

With a devilish smile, she pushed down both sides of my trousers, freeing my aching cock. I’d never felt such agony from how hard I’d become. There was no pretense, no time to waste or I’d go mad from the intense longing.

I drove my cock into her sweet pussy, immediately roaring like a wild beast from how her pussy muscles clamped around my thick shaft.

“Fuck. Fuck,” she murmured while clawing at my shirt, managing to rip both sides over my shoulders. Her long nails dug into my flesh, ripping at my skin. I didn’t give a shit. Being marked by her was a sheer joy, the kind of crazed pleasure I would remember for nights to come.

But there would be more. I’d fuck her constantly, chaining her to my bed. There would be no escape for the beautiful creature. She was mine. Mine. All mine. My mind was a foggy mess as I pulled out, slamming into her again. The hard thud against the wall ripped the breath from her.

Yet she didn’t seem to care.

She was on fire herself, wrapping her legs around me, riding me like a wild stallion. I loved every second of her letting loose, forcing me to fill her. I pulled out again and she mewed, her eyes opening wide.

“Don’t stop. Just don’t stop.”

“We’re just beginning, my angel,” I growled, driving into her again. And again. I lost myself in her, plunging my cock in asdeep as physically possible. We were out of control together, unable to think clearly. Who the fuck cared?

I pushed her harder, every muscle in my body tense. She scratched my neck, laughing softly. Her eyes were completely dilated and I adored the way she was bucking against me. I wanted to do this for hours, but was already losing my usual stamina. She was so wet and tight, so damn hot I couldn’t breathe.

Her body jerked and I knew she was close to orgasming. So close. I fucked her even harder, the sound of my brutal actions filtering into the room all around us. What did it matter? I yanked one arm over her head then the other, folding my fingers over hers as she undulated and moaned.

I was mesmerized by the way her long eyelashes floated across her shimmering cheeks, the light tossing of her head as she shifted into the throes of rapture.

“Come for me, little angel. Come.” My voice was breathless, barely recognizable. The rush of blood to my heart was keeping spots in front of my eyes. Beads of sweat had formed, dripping down the back of my neck. I didn’t care. More. More.

I needed more.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.” Her pants became moans, her moans turning into a single shrill yelp as she erupted in the most beautiful climax. I didn’t slow down, fucking her even harder. I was a crazed man in need, refusing to back down, giving her what she deserved.

And what we both needed.

The closeness. The electricity. The understanding.

Right now, we were as one. Together, we could get through anything.

“Yes. Oh…” She finally opened her eyes as her body stopped spasming, licking her lips just to torment me.

I pulled out, holding just the tip of my cock inside even as she struggled to free her arms. That wasn’t happening. I thrust into her again, sensing I wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer. The little vixen felt the urgency of my desire, squeezing her muscles around my cock.

That was all I could take. “Fuck. Fuck.” Every muscle was twitching, tense as they’d ever been. There was no holding back. I erupted deep inside, filling her with my seed and longing to cover every inch of her body with my cum.

I didn’t stop, fighting to remain hard as a rock. She undulated against me, her eyes now open wide. The smile on her face was almost devious and I loved it. Finally, as I started to slow the rhythm, I allowed her to free her hands.

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