Page 31 of Faking It with the Enforcer

Every thrust of his cock has shockwaves of pleasure crashing through me. My entire body is humming, my blood buzzing in my veins as my pussy pulses around him, trying to pull him even deeper. His eyes meet mine as he fucks me, the glittering gray dark and possessive.

“You feel so fucking good, Emily. So hot and tight around my cock. Just like I knew you would.”

I arch up into him, his words twisting my insides like a physical touch, and I can’t help but moan in response. “You feel amazing, Wolf. So big and hard inside me.”

He growls, his hips moving faster, his cock pushing even deeper, making me gasp and buck up into him. He’s fucking me so hard now that he’s fucking the air right out of my lungs.

He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear as he pumps into me. “Your little pussy is so wet for me, Em. You’re dripping all over my cock and making such a mess.”

I can feel how wet I am. I can hear it, too, the way I squelch around him with every thrust. It’s obscene and vulgar and perfect. “I’m wet for you. You make me this way.”

He pulls back, slamming into me, his eyes dark with lust. “I’m going to come inside you, little one. I’m going to fill your tight little cunt with my cum. Tell me you want that.”

The thought of him coming inside me sends a wave of heat through my body. “Yes! Wolf, please. Please come inside me. I want to feel you.”

“Gonna mark you as mine with my cum,” he says roughly. His thrusts become even harder, more urgent. “And you’re going to come with me. I want to feel you squeeze my cock. I want you to milk the cum out of me with your tight little pussy.”

I’m already almost there, with tension simmering in my belly, my clit throbbing and desperate for attention. “Please, Daddy, yes. Fill me up with your cum.”

He reaches between us, his fingers finding my ridiculously swollen clit. He rubs it in quick, firm circles, and I become that firework. I explode into a thousand tiny sparkling pieces, soaring and glimmering as my body convulses. My pussy clamps down on Wolf’s thrusting cock as waves of pleasure crash over me. As I sparkle and glow and soar.

“Gonna come,” Wolf growls, and his body tenses, his muscles flexing gloriously as he starts to come. I can feel the heat of his cum as he spills inside me, again and again, filling me. Marking me. He groans again and collapses on top of me.

He’s shaking.

A little grin pulls at my lips. I made this massive man completely come undone. I did this.

“I love you, Emily,” he murmurs against my throat, his voice soft and tender.

Emotion clogs my throat, but I swallow it down. “I love you, too, Wolf.” It’s fast and it’s crazy, but I don’t care. I want to be with Wolf. I want this crazy connection between us.

He presses a gentle kiss to my lips before slowly and carefully pulling out of me. I wince slightly at the sudden loss of him, the emptiness. I already want him back inside me, filling me up. He must be able to read how I feel on my face, because he smiles softly and kisses the tip of my nose.

“I’ll be right back, little one.”

He disappears into the bathroom, and I hear the sound of water running. He returns a moment later with a warm, wet cloth. He gently cleans my pussy, wiping away the cum I can feel leaking out of me, washing my lips, my clit. It’s so tender. So caring.

It makes me want to do the same for him, so I sit up and take the cloth from him, then reach for his cock, still semi-hard and glistening with us. The cream is pink.

“That’s a good girl,” he rumbles, weaving a hand into my messy hair. “Clean your virgin blood off Daddy’s cock.”

I moan and bite my lip, my pussy spasming at his words as I gently work the cloth over his cock. I’m blushing furiously, but I’m also completely enthralled at his filthy words. I marked him, just like he marked me. I’m his and he’s mine, and we belong to each other now. Utterly and completely.

Wolf takes the cloth from me and tosses it into the hamper, and then pulls me into his arms, settling me against his chest. We don’t talk. We don’t need to.

I fall asleep to the soothing sound of Wolf’s heart beating against my cheek. Right where I belong.

Thirteen

Wolf

The past twelve hours have been the best twelve hours of my life, without a doubt. The high of making Emily mine is better and more intense than getting drafted, scoring my first professional goal, or winning a playoff series.

My entire world has re-oriented itself around her. My sweet, tiny angel, sleeping in my arms. She slept curled against me all night, right where she belongs. This isn’t just my bed anymore. It’s our bed. Because everything I have is hers.

Not that we don’t have obstacles ahead of us.

I can see light streaming in around the closed curtains, and I carefully reach for my phone. I don’t want to wake Emily up. I already did that once last night with my mouth on her pussy, licking and kissing her until she came with a soft sigh. I’d pulled her pliant little body back into my arms and fallen asleep with the taste of her on my tongue. Now, she deserves to rest. Especially because I fully intend to carry her into the shower once she’s awake so I can fuck her against the tiled wall after tormenting her with that showerhead she loves so much.

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