Page 30 of Faking It with the Enforcer

“You’re doing so good, Em. So good for me.”

He stays there, not moving, for several long moments, kissing me, letting me stretch around him. It still stings andburns, but the feeling of him inside me is igniting something deep within me, too. Something hot and needy.

“More,” I moan when I can’t take it any longer. My pussy is dripping around him, and I don’t care if it hurts. I need him to fill me up. “Please. I need more.”

“Such a good fucking girl for me, taking this big cock in your tight little virgin pussy. Asking for me to fill you and stretch you. You feel incredible. Incredible, Em.” He thrusts his hips forward, giving me more of what I want, sinking in deeper. It hurts, but it also feels amazing. Tight and full and hot. His eyes meet mine, and I’ve never felt more connected to someone in my life.

“It feels so good,” I whisper shakily, still clinging to him.

“I’m almost all the way inside you. You’re going to take all of me on the first try, little one. Does it hurt?”

“A little. But it also feels amazing, Wolf.”

He kisses me and then presses his forehead to mine. “Just a little more, and then I’ll be balls deep in your tiny little cunt. Take another deep breath for me.”

I do, and as I inhale, he pulls almost all the way out, then on the exhale slides all the way inside me, not stopping until he’s buried deep and I can feel his balls pressing against my ass.

Holy. Shit. Wolf Hartley is inside me. Wolf Hartley is taking my virginity.

This can’t be real.

But it is. Somehow, it is.

His hips are flush against mine, his chest heaving. “You’re mine, Emily. You’re all mine.” He kisses me, soft and slow, and my body feels like a firework about to go off, like I’m going to explode and shoot across the sky.

I try to catalogue every tiny detail of this moment. I want to remember it forever. The feeling of being stretched around Wolf’s massive cock. The weight of his body pressing me intothe mattress. The way his hips settle against mine. The heat and utter devotion shining in his gorgeous gray eyes. His hair, mussed from my hands while he ate me. The ragged sound of our breaths, mingling together in staccato puffs. The taste of his skin.

I want to live in this moment forever.

We stay like that for several long moments, just connected, not moving, kissing and staring into each other’s eyes.

“Still sore?” he asks gently, and when I take stock, I find that the painful ache has been replaced with a much more insistent one. I bite my lip and shake my head.

“No. I…I think I’m ready for you to move.”

He moans as he slowly pulls almost all the way out and then slides back in, just as slowly, taking his time filling me back up. I can feel the exquisite slide of him along my nerve endings, and there’s no more pain. Only heady, addictive pleasure.

We come together like two people who are used to using their bodies to create something. He starts to move faster, and I arch up into him, wanting him as deep as he can go. I wrap my arms and legs around him tighter, hating the tiny bit of space between us. I just want Wolf. To be his, for him to be mine, for our bodies to be as close as two bodies can be.

“I love you,” he murmurs as he starts to move faster, his cock thrusting in and out of me in long, deep pumps. “I love you, Emily.” His eyes are filled with emotion and tenderness so sweet and sharp that it takes my breath away, and I nod frantically as tears prick at my eyes.

“I love you, too, Wolf. I love you.”

It’s the most beautiful, most insane moment of my life. Last week, this man was a stranger to me, but in the span of just a few days, he’s become my everything.

He kisses me and fucks me, making my toes curl and my heart pound like hummingbird wings.

“We’ll figure everything out, Em. Where you are is where I want to be. That’s all that matters now. This. Us.”

I choke back a sob and hitch my legs higher on his waist, allowing him to sink in deeper. We both groan, and my eyes roll back in my head. The stretch is intense, but I’m so wet, so turned on, that there’s no pain. Only the pleasure of being stuffed full of Wolf’s massive cock.

“I can’t believe how we’ll you’re taking me, little one,” he says, his voice ragged. “Such a good fucking girl for me.”

“I love being your good girl. Your little one.”

“Of course you do. Because you were made for me. We were meant to happen, Em. You were meant to be mine.” He kisses me again as he fucks me into the mattress, the wet sound of his cock pumping into me filling the room.

Wolf’s cock feels like it’s rearranging me, it’s filling me so perfectly. So completely. I’m obscenely stretched, impaled. In this moment, Wolf Hartley owns me, body, heart, and soul. And he owns me not because he took, but because I willingly gave.

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