Page 103 of His Enforcer

“But you don’t want me to fuck you, do you?”

What the hell does that mean? How did he gather that from myangry statement? But before I can ask, he adds, “You want me to make love to you, don’t you? Like that night years ago?”

He brushes his nose up my cheek and whispers in my ear. His words are crisp and clear over the sound of the water.

“You want me to be gentle with you, pretty boy?”

My cock throbs and I let out a shaky exhale.Fuck, fuck me.

“Everyone is so rough with you. You like that too, but sometimes, you want me to be gentle with you.”

My eyes blink open and I see the glittering force in those dark depths.

“You don’t need to admit it.” He reaches behind me and turns the water off. Stepping from the shower, he grabs a towel, handing it to me before taking another for himself.

“I’ll be on the bed, waiting.”

He dries off as he goes, and I’m left to stare after him, my heart thundering in my ears.

What the hell? What the fuck is happening?

Those razor-sharp butterflies have dulled their wings, and instead of a biting cut, it’s a dull throb, an ache.

I can do nothing but follow him into the room, my body still damp, my hands unable to do anything more than the bare minimum.

Luca is lounging on the bed, his elbows propping himself up, his hair a wet mess, his cock perfect and hard between his legs.

“Come sit on my face,” he says lowly and then wets his lips. “I’m going to make love to that slutty hole.”

It clenches in anticipation, and despite telling myself not to, my feet carry me forward, my body turning to straddle his chest, my ass in his face, my eyes on his hard dick.

His hands grab my cheeks and squeeze before spreading them apart, taking a good look at my hole.

“Have you done this before?” I wheeze when he continues to just stare at me.

“No, but I think I’ll take to it quite well,” he murmurs and thenleans forward and licks a stripe up my crack. The sensation of being touched there by him makes me fall forward, my hands on his thighs as I hold on for dear life.

His tongue is dragging down my crack now, slowly, before landing on my hole, the tip of it wet and prodding. It swirls around the puckered rim, memorizing it for a moment before his lips kiss it. Tender, almost sweet.

“Oh god,” I groan, unable to help the shudder that moves through me. My fingers curl against his thighs as he continues to make out with me. I can’t hold in the moans. They slip from me effortlessly, fluidly, until he finally puts me out of my misery and gently pushes his tongue inside of me.

The sound that leaves me has me blushing, my skin on fire. His tongue gingerly works itself in and out of me until I’m panting, my mouth open in delirium, my eyes screwed shut as I just experience it. He wasn’t lying when he said he’d make love to it.

He is. He’s slow and gentle and it’s driving me crazy.

I want it to stop. I wantmore.

His mouth leaves me and it’s replaced with his finger, a slow slide inside my slippery hole as he finds my prostate, making me arch up and fuck back on his finger. His hand grips my hip and he stops me.

“No, not so rough. Gentle, baby. Soft.”

I whimper and slow the roll of my hips, instead letting him work me closer and closer to the edge until I’m breathing as if I’ve run a mile, as if I’m going to expire from the wait. And then his tongue is back, entering me as well, that sloppy wet kiss to my entrance.

And when I come, I’m trembling, my release gushing out of me like a slow, lazy geyser. It flows over the tip of me and drips down my cock until I’m slumped forward, trying to catch my breath.

My arms are shaking so badly that I flop to my side and blink up at the ceiling, Luca’s face looming over mine. His lips are swollen, his pupils blown out. He looks so hot like this.

Perfect, like always.

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