Page 70 of His Enforcer

“Wh—”

“Turn over, kitten. They want to watch you come.”

“Oh, fuck.”

He just stares at me through hooded eyelids as I flop onto my back, my legs hanging off the side of the bed. Luca spreads my thighs farther apart and then grabs my right leg and places it over his shoulder, opening me up to him once more.

His eyes meet mine, his cheeks flushed slightly, his throat bobbing. He angles the phone down, and I follow it, seeing the bulge in his pants.

He likes this, fucking me with his fingers.

Just like he liked it three years ago.

He puts more lube on his fingers, bringing them to my already open hole, and pushes inside.

I gasp, fisting the sheets once more, needing something to hold me down, to ground me. Because when he touches me, anytime he lays his hands on me, I feel like I’m flying. My cock jerks between my legs, and I reach out to touch it, but Luca clicks his tongue at me.

“No touching. Remember?”

Oh shit, yes, I remember. Those sick fucks want me to come untouched.

“Hands above your head.”

I do as he says, my body stretched out before him as he continues to torture me, my hole flexing around his fingers, my cock leaking as he slowly works an orgasm out of me.

But it’s not quick. He draws it out, almost as if he knows exactly what to do to drive me insane. He derives pleasure from it.

His finger presses on my prostate in quick succession, making me bend my knee and arch my hips up.

“You want more?” he asks, and I bite my lip and nod.

“Look at that face. Look how desperate he is for it.”

The camera is trained on me, as are Luca’s eyes, and I know what he sees—pupils dilated, my lips dark red from where I’ve bitten them.

He slows his movements, and I writhe against him, my dick leaking profusely.

He angles the camera on my cock, his eyes intent on it as he watches it leak. He’s fascinated with my response to the stimulation.

I hate that he likes watching me.

Oh fuck, I love him watching me.

“Come for me,” he says, and then whispers, “Kitten.”

That sets me off, my cock twitching between my legs, and a steady stream of lust pulses through my veins and straight out of my cock. My body shakes with such force that my neck arches back, cum spilling over the head of my cock.

My knuckles crack as I hold on for dear life, and when he doesn’t let up, just keeps massaging my prostate, I let out a shuddering breath.

“One more. They want two.”

“Fuck them,” I wheeze, but he only shifts closer, my leg straight up now, my cum-smeared abdomen flexing as I feel pleasure move through me, my muscles relaxing and yet tensing at the same time.

Luca’s phone is moving from my face to my chest, to where his fingers disappear inside of me.

“You’re such a desperate little slut, I know you can do it.”

“I can’t,” I gasp, but he doesn’t let up, his fingers continuing to toy with me, his face turning slightly, his teeth grazing my calf. The way his mouth feels on my skin makes something inside of me twist.

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