Page 26 of Faking It with the Enforcer

“That’s right, little one,” he rasps, dragging his mouth over my nipple. “Daddy’s going to make you feel so good.”

Oh. My. God. I might come right here on the spot.

“You like that, don’t you? Me calling you little one, you calling me Daddy.”

I nod shakily and he kisses my nipples again. “I do. It…makes me feel all hot and achy.”

“It’s because you were meant to be mine, Emily. You were made for me.”

He lowers his head back to my breasts, licking and sucking and kissing. My panties are soaked through. I’m so wet that I can smell it.

“You’re so sensitive. So responsive. Such a good girl for me.”

My entire pussy convulses at his words, and I grind up into him, moaning and gasping.

“More,” I pant out. “Please. More.”

Wolf rises to his knees between my legs and then reaches behind him, pushing off my boots with ease before slowly opening the button on my pants. “You say stop and everything stops.”

I nod, but he shakes his head.

“I need the words, Emily.”

I smile up at him. “If I say stop, everything stops.”

“Good girl. Lift your hips up.”

I do, and then he tugs down my pants and my soaked panties in one smooth motion. I press my knees together, shyness and lust unlike anything I’ve ever felt warring inside me. I want this, more than I’ve wanted anything, even with the nerves winding me up tight.

“You don’t have to hide yourself from me,” Wolf says softly, running his hands up the outsides of my bare thighs. “You’re so beautiful. So fucking lovely, Em. I’ve been obsessed with you from the moment I saw you. Every thought I have, every beat of my heart, every breath in and out of my lungs is tinged with you. All I think about is your freckles and the sound of your laugh, your graceful body and the way you smell like sunshine. Your glorious hair and pretty eyes and fierce determination. I will never not be obsessed with you. With making you feel good. With taking care of you. You’re it for me, Em.” His chest heaves, even though his deep voice is low, soothing. “Tell me you’re mine.”

I nod shakily. “I’m yours, Wolf.”

He strokes my thighs again. “Show me. Show me what’s mine, little one.”

Slowly, I spread my legs, my skin hot, my heart wild. Wolf groans, a deep rumble that I feel right in the centre of me. His gaze is hot and reverent, chasing away my self-consciousness.

“Look at you,” he rasps, his hands on my knees, holding me open for him with a firm but gentle grip. “You’re glistening right now. So pink and swollen. Dripping.” He slowly runs just the tip of one thick finger through my slit, making me gasp. “Is all this sweetness for me?”

I’m shaking as I nod. “Every drop.”

Apparently that was the right thing to say, because Wolf lets out the hottest growling sound I’ve ever heard, and then whips his shirt off over his head. I’m stunned into silence at the sight before me. Wolf is roped with muscle, thick and wide, his chest covered in a smattering of dark hair that arrows down over his chiseled stomach and into his pants. Every single part of him is huge. His shoulders. His biceps. His pecs. The sheer width of him.

I love it. I love it as much as his deep voice, his occasionally gruff demeanor, his stormy gray eyes, the ferocity with which he plays the game that he loves.

And in this moment, I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I don’t care what my brother will say, or that a lot of people will tell me Wolf’s too old for me. Everything about this feels right.

He flicks open the top button on his jeans but doesn’t move to lower his zipper, denying me a glimpse of what I want to see more than anything. Instead, he steps back from the bed and walks toward his bedroom door, where he unhooks a large mirror from the back of it. I watch as he positions it at the foot of the bed, angling it so that it reflects my naked body back at me.

My lips part as I study the girl in the mirror. I don’t even recognize her. My hair’s a mess from Wolf’s hands. My lips are swollen and red. My neck has faint red marks on it from his beard. My nipples are hard, my bare pussy on display.

I look debauched. I look sexy.

Wolf settles on the bed behind me, sitting against the headboard.

“Come here, little one,” he says, and I turn and crawl towards him on the mattress. His eyes glitter with dark approval as he watches me. Once I’m close enough, he hauls me into his lap and kisses me. The feeling of his hands on my bare back, my hips, my ass, is electric, and I moan into his mouth as he fucks me with his tongue.

“What’s the mirror for?” I ask, tipping my head back as he drags his mouth up and down my throat.

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