Page 28 of Faking It with the Enforcer

“I want to lick every inch of this perfect virgin cunt,” he groans. His fingers dip down to my dripping entrance, gathering my juices, then sliding back up to my clit. “I want to shove my tongue in your tiny little untouched hole and taste every single part of you.”

“Wolf!” I moan loudly at his filthy, unchecked words.

“I want to feel you come all over my face, little one. Over and over again.”

His words are crude. Explicit. Shocking, even. And they’re driving me wild. They’re turning me into a feral creature I don’t quite recognize. I never knew I had this inside me, this dirty girl who wants to do depraved things with a much older, incredibly sexy man.

But I like it.

I grind against his hand, letting my body take over. Letting instinct and what feels good guide me.

“And then, once you’re sopping wet from my mouth and your cum, I’m going to slide my cock into you, Emily. I want to feel this tight little virgin pussy gripping me. Milking me. I’ll go slow, inch by inch, until you’re begging me for more. Until you’re ready to take all eight inches of me in your tiny little cunt.”

“Put your fingers in me,” I whine, needing the sensation to go with his words. He slides one finger inside of me, slowly filling me up. I’m so wet that he slips right in without any resistance. My pussy flutters around him, and he groans, slowly moving in and out.

“More,” I pant, chasing his finger with my hips. But instead of giving me what I want, he fucks me a few more times with that single finger, and then slides all the way out.

“I don’t want to risk tearing your cherry like that and getting your virgin blood on my fingers,” he says, petting my clit in long, teasing strokes. “It belongs smeared all over my cock because you’re mine.”

“Yes,” I moan, and I don’t recognize the low, guttural sound that comes out of me. The things he’s saying should shock me. Even repel me. But they don’t. They only draw me in closer, only make me hungrier for more.

I’m so wet now that his fingers slide over my clit with ease, and there’s a hot tightness low in my belly that keeps growing, burning hotter, twisting tighter.

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about fucking you in every position imaginable? On every single surface in this goddamn penthouse?”

“Probably as many times as I’ve thought about it,” I admit, and he groans, circling my throbbing, swollen clit. My thighs are starting to burn with the stretch, but I don’t dare close them. Ican’t take my eyes off of us in the mirror, off of his hand moving between my obscenely spread legs. I’m so wet that I can hear his hand moving over my pussy.

“You make me crazy, Emily. I’ve never felt this way before. Never wanted to claim and fuck and mark the way I do with you.”

“Mark?”

“Mark. I want to leave bruises on your hips, bite marks on your thighs. I want the entire world to know that you’re mine. You belong to me, little one. Only me.”

“Only you,” I say, the words catching in my throat as I start to come. My pussy convulses in hard, long spasms as it clenches at nothing, making me feel empty even as waves of pleasure crash over me. I’m desperate to be filled. Desperate to be stretched around him. It’s a feral hunger inside me, made only stronger by the pulses of my orgasm wracking my body.

“That’s it, little one. Come for me. Such a good girl, coming so hard on Daddy’s fingers.”

I feel like a ball of yarn, unraveling more and more by the second, loose and free and undefined. Ready to be made into something new.

Twelve

Emily

Even though I’ve just come, I’m aching. Desperate for Wolf to fulfill all of his dirty promises. Earlier this evening, I’d thought we’d probably wait before blowing past all of my firsts, but now that I’m naked in his arms, now that I know just how much he wants me, waiting feels pointless. I want him inside me more than I want anything in the world right now.

“Wolf, please,” I say, my body limp and pliant against him as the last aftershocks of my intense orgasm pulse through me. “I need you. I need you to take me, to make me yours.”

He growls, a deep, possessive sound that makes my back arch and my pussy flutter. “Are you sure, little one? There’s no rush. I can wait as long as you need.”

“I’m so sure,” I say, exhaling the words in a rush. “Be my first, Wolf. Please.”

He strokes the side of my face tenderly, then kisses my neck. “If I’m your first, I’m going to be your last, Em. Once I’ve been inside you, I’m never letting you go.” He drops kisses over my shoulder. “So tell me one last time that you’re sure.”

I meet his eyes in the mirror, and a thrill shivers through me at the stark differences between us. He’s noticeably older. He’s twice my size. I’m pale and freckled all over while he’s darker, more olive-toned.

We look incredible together.

“I’m sure,” I say, and I watch emotions flicker over his face. Relief. Gratitude. Happiness.

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