Page 27 of Faking It with the Enforcer

“So that we can both watch as I spread you wide and play with your pretty little pussy.”

I gasp and then moan, my hips bucking at his words. He chuckles darkly.

“Does my little one like when I say filthy things to her?”

I nod and writhe against him. “I think I do. I don’t know anything, Wolf. I don’t know what I’m doing or what I need or…or…”

“Shhh. It’s okay, Em. I’ve got you. You don’t need to know anything. All you have to do is trust me. Do you trust me to take care of you?”

“I do. Yes. I trust you, Wolf.”

“Then turn around and face the mirror, resting your back on my chest.”

I settle against him, unable to look away from our reflection in the mirror. He’s so much bigger than me it’s almost obscene looking.

He gently guides my legs apart.“Spread wide for me, little one. As wide as you can.”

I push my legs apart until I’m practically in a split, leaving me gloriously on display. There’s a gentle, familiar pull on my inner thigh muscles, and a part of me is pleased at getting to show off my hard-won flexibility. I can see every single bit of my pussy, and Wolf was right. I’m glistening. I’m pink and swollen.

Wolf lets out a low groan, kissing my neck. “Look at that perfect cunt. Tell me it’s mine.”

“It’s all yours, Daddy.”

He groans again and cups me with one big hand, covering me entirely. “Good girl.” He spreads me even wider with his thumb and index finger, pulling my lips apart. “The most beautiful pussy in the fucking world. Gorgeous.” We both watch as fresh wetness trickles out of my hole, and he dips his finger, gathering it up and rubbing it around the outside of my lips, teasing me. “Daddy’s going to take such good care of this sweet virgin pussy, little one.” He rubs the outside of my pussy with long, teasing strokes, circling me, working me up even more than I thought was possible.

“Oh, god,” I breathe as his fingers skim over my throbbing clit, barely grazing me. The sight of Wolf’s massive hand on me is undoing me, changing me, re-orienting my entire world.

“So fucking sexy, Em. You want me to touch your clit? Play with it and stroke it?”

“Please, yes, please,” I beg, and he kisses my shoulder, chuckling softly.

“What do you like, little one?” he asks. “Up and down, like this?” He drags his fingers over my clit, and my hips buck. “Back and forth?” He changes directions, working my clit. “Or maybe little circles?” He swipes his fingers through the pool of wetness gathered at my opening and then starts circling my clit.

“Yes! Yes, like that,” I moan, pressing back into him. “That feels so good, Wolf. Don’t stop.”

“I’ll play with your pussy whenever you want. You feel so good on my fingers. So hot and silky. So fucking wet. It’s my job to take care of your pussy now, little one. My job to make you come as often as you want.”

I bite my lip and whimper as he keeps working my clit with those slow circles, my eyes glued to the movement of his hand between my legs in the mirror. A part of me still can’t believe this is happening.

“It feels so good,” I gasp, my hips moving completely on their own. I don’t think I could stay still right now if I tried. Wolf’s big fingers rubbing my clit feel too good.

“I’m so fucking hard for you right now,” he groans, pressing his hips forward. I can feel the outline of him pressed against the small of my back. “You look incredible spread open for me like this. Such a good girl, letting Daddy play with your wet little pussy.”

Wolf’s fingers are relentless on my clit and my skin is hot and tingling, my entire body taut with the need to come.

“You have no idea what I want to do to you, little one. No fucking clue how filthy I want to be with you. I’m obsessed.”

“Tell me. Please. Tell me everything. Every dirty thought. Every fantasy. I want to know.”

He strums my clit. “I watched you, you know. In the shower. I didn’t just hear you. I watched you use that shower head to get yourself off and it was so fucking hot that I came in my pants. That’s what you do to me. That’s the depth of my obsession with you.”

My clit pulses against his fingers at his admission, and I know I should see it as a red flag, but I don’t. Because I know that if the roles were reversed, I would’ve touched myself to Wolf in the shower, especially if I heard him moaning my name.

“That’s so hot, Daddy,” I gasp. “I like that you watched me and that I made you come in your pants. That makes me feel…so sexy.”

“You are sexy,” he growls, his fingers moving a little faster. “Sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

I whimper, my hips bucking into his touch. His words are setting me on fire, igniting something deep within me.

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