Page 128 of His Enforcer

“Please.”

He leans over and kisses me, licking into my mouth before pushing up and ripping my shirt from my head. His fingers drag down my heaving chest to the button of my pants. He drags themdown my thighs, pulling my shoes off in the process, leaving me only in my socks and my jockstrap.

His nostrils flare, his fingertips trailing across my thighs, pulling them open, exposing me to him.

My knees hit my chest, and Luca’s fingers press against my plug.

“Is this what you were doing in the bathroom before we left for the club?”

“Yes.”

He grins as he starts to pull it out, my hole flexing around it as it’s extracted. It’s a thick and long plug that will make it easy for Luca to push into me without any resistance.

“Look at you,” he murmurs as he stares at my hole, open and wet, lube trickling out. “You wanted it to be easy, didn’t you? A quick fuck.”

I nod and let my legs fall to the sides, his fingers trailing down my taint to my open hole, and he pushes two inside, finding my prostate and working it gently, making my back arch up, my cock leak.

“You want it fast. I’ll give that to you, Vik, and then I’m going to fuck you slow. I’m going to fuck you so many times tonight. Tomorrow you’re going to have trouble sitting, walking. You’re going to think of me with each move you make.”

“Please,” I moan. “Please.Please.”

He chuckles and then pulls his fingers from me and undoes his shirt, giving me a slow striptease, exposing each muscle, all those tattoos.

I’m wild with lust now, my cock almost close to exploding just from the thought of him fucking me again. A repeat of that night.

The night that changed everything.

When he’s naked, his hands wrap around my legs and he pulls my ass right to the edge of the bed. His cock slots at my wet hole, and he pushes inside. His eyes fall to where he’s entering me, and I can’t help but watch the way his jaw clenches as he sinks into me.

“I remember this. So fucking tight,” he murmurs as his big dicktunnels into me, bottoming out in seconds. He holds himself inside of me, his eyes meeting mine. “I’ve dreamt of this.”

I blink up at him, my entire body on fire.

“Have you, Vik? Have you touched yourself to thoughts of me?”

“Yes,” I admit, my secrets no longer that. Just open and honest.

He drags out of me slowly until just the tip is at my entrance and then he pushes back in. He moves with purpose, slowly, as if memorizing everything about this. It makes this so much more than a quick fuck.

“Look at you swallowing me up. Look how filthy you are.”

I grab the sheets to ground me as he continues to torture me, his dick stretching me wider, my body loosening and tightening with each slow thrust forward. It’s maddening.

“More,” I moan, begging, clawing at the mattress. Luca pulls my legs up over his shoulders, his hands lifting my hips as he continues to make me writhe beneath him. He’s enjoying this, the way I’m mindless with lust, the way I’ve lost the ability to speak or breathe.

And then suddenly, he pulls out and snaps his hips forward so hard I cry out. My neck arches, my back bowed off the bed as he does it again. Andagain. Pain pulses through me, zinging up my spine and down my thighs, and at the same time, pleasure infuses with it, creating a beautiful anomaly.

Only he can make me feel this way.

He continues to fuck into me at a brutal pace, the veins on his arms and neck bulging, his muscles straining as he uses my body as a toy, a hole, a thing to fulfill his needs.

Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.

I’m moaning, pleading, my cock leaking profusely. It drips down my length, and he bends forward, the new angle making my eyes cross. His face is above mine, my knees at my ears, his dick pistoning in and out of my hole.

“You ready to come, pretty boy?” he whispers, his lips brushing against mine.

“Please.”

---