Page 44 of The Enforcer's Revenge
“You just screamed to the whole building that you weren’t cleaning up my messes anymore,” Tino reminded her. “You said you’re sick of it.”
Brianna quirked an eyebrow at him. “Yeah, well, you just said you love helping me clean them up.”
“Naughty girl.” Tino moved her legs, forcing her to straddle him more completely while he stayed on his haunches. He licked his thumb, doing it slowly, meeting her gaze until he reached down and rubbed it over the line of her pussy. “Wet for me.”
Brianna smiled. “Always.”
She closed her eyes when he spread her and found her clit. Then she went ahead and fell back against her hands, using a lifetime of dance training to lean back and enjoy his touch.
Tino placed his other hand behind her back, forcing her to arch into him as he slid two fingers deep inside her, stretching her, making her gasp and jerk against him. She was so wet it made her thighs sticky while he finger fucked her and leaned down to suck on her tits once more.
She didn’t bother to be quiet as the pleasure built, making her body quiver as it fought for release. Tino didn’t force it. He wasn’t in a rush to hear her. This wasn’t a sprint of ecstasy he was looking to drag out of her—it was a marathon.
Which was why it shocked her when he rubbed his fingers against her g-spot, applying pressure in just the right way to make the pleasure spring free, hard, slamming into her almostviolently. She cried out, and her pussy clenched around his fingers to the pulse of her climax. He kept stroking her g-spot, milking the bliss to the point that her arms couldn’t support her weight. Tino caught her, pulling her back over him, his finger still deep inside her.
Tino dragged his tongue up her neck and whispered in her ear, “Fuck, you’re sexy, you got my whole hand soaked.”
Brianna jerked at that and tried to turn her head away because sometimes, when she came really hard, it felt like her body betrayed her.
“No, don’t do that. It’s hot. I told you that.” Tino was practically vibrating under her, breathless with lust. “Thank God I stole the fucking hair tie. I would’ve cum when you started squirting.”
“Don’t call it that.” She tried to pull away from him. “You make it sound so ugly and dirty when you give it that name.”
“Nothing about you is ugly. And I like dirty. I know you do, too.” Tino slid his hand down her back, lower. Brianna’s breath caught when he slipped his index finger between her ass cheeks. Her eyes grew wide when he traced the rim of her hole, softly, but not pushing in. “I’ll put it anywhere you want to today, baby.”
“You said…” Her entire body was tight with anticipation now. “You said that we couldn’t ’cause Carina told you?—”
“Fuck what Carina told me,” Tino cut her off with a growl. “If I corrupted you or taught you wrong, it’s too fucking late now. I want you to feel good. We’re doing whatever the fuck you want. Do you want it?”
Brianna nodded, her chest still tight with the breathlessness of anticipation because it’d been months since Tino took away that particular indulgence. Most of the time, he attempted to keep them on the straight and narrow, trying to find the normalthat most people achieved so easily. Unless he fell off the wagon and was begging her to use and punish him for the day.
Then, apparently, all bets were off.
“I want it.” She couldn’t keep the longing out of her voice as she reached between them and stroked his dick, feeling it jerk in her hand as she licked at the curve of his neck. His skin was slightly salty and masculine, making her think she could almost taste the adrenaline on him. “Will you use your fingers, too? Finger fuck me while you’re taking me like that. Just completely fill me up.”
“Cazzo.”
His entire body jolted, and he pulled his hand away from her and slammed it against the tile, like he suddenly needed support. He arched his hips while she stroked him and then dropped his head back, making it obvious he’d missed it, too, even if he hadn’t complained about it like Brianna had.
Tino used his hold on her hip to pull her closer to him. He grabbed her hand, making her release him, and arched his hips so that his cock slid against her wet pussy. He grunted with pleasure from just the feel of her against him.
“You’re the one who saves me.” He fisted his dick and tugged on her hip again, making his intention clear. “You’re the one who heals me. That’s it. It’s just you.” When Brianna leaned up to take him in her, letting the thick head of his cock breach her, making the pleasure dance over her skin, Tino groaned and dropped his head back. He was obviously lost in the ecstasy as he rasped, “Fuck, yes, baby. Use me.”
Brianna moaned, too, her small nails digging into his shoulders as the shimmer of pleasure washed over her. Then, Tino threaded his fingers into her hair, not pulling it like he had last night. Instead, he was gentle and reverent when he captured her lips with his. She parted, letting his tongue slip into her mouth to brush against hers as she started moving over him.She surrendered to the pleasure of it, letting Tino guide her movement over him with his hold on her hip. They swallowed each other’s moans and gasps of pleasure until Brianna was clinging to Tino, shaking over him, and coming for a second time.
He didn’t follow her into the abyss, but then, she knew he wouldn’t.
She hadn’t even caught her breath before he stood with her, still in her, forcing Brianna to wrap her arms and legs around him as Tino carried her to the bedroom. He kicked the door closed behind them and fell onto the bed with her.
Then he reached past her to the nightstand and jerked the drawer open. He wasn’t casual about it, his hands were shaking, from what she wasn’t sure. Repressed lust, or the horrors from the night before he thought he was repenting for. Maybe it was a combination, as he pulled out the books she kept at the front to hide the things in the back. He set the handcuffs next to the lamp to be forgotten until another day. The lube he threw over by the pillow. He tossed condoms there, too. Even though they weren’t dependent on condoms for birth control, sometimes they used them when he fucked her ass so he could fuck her pussy again afterward without a shower. Tino had a whole collection of tricks like that. Brianna would’ve never in a million years thought to have Tino use something like the cock ring he found in the back of the drawer.
Tino pulled off the hair tie he had wrapped around his cock and leaned down to replace it with the small, clear, silicone ring. It was so inconspicuous that it would be easy to dismiss. Brianna was sure a lot of women had, but she acknowledged it as she reached down to touch him. She traced her fingers over the band at the base of his cock as she reached up to wrap her hand around the back of his neck and pull his head down.
She kissed him, open-mouthed, their tongues brushing before their lips met. It was one of those wet, dirty kisses Tino taught her to crave. It reminded her of the first time she felt his hands on her. She’d been only seventeen, sweaty and high on ecstasy that Dominic Brambino had maliciously slipped her, not knowing he was giving her one of the best memories of her life when Tino came to her rescue. She could stay there all day, living in the past, kissing Tino and tormenting herself with the fresh surge of lust that surged through her system, but she didn’t.
Knowing what he needed from her, Brianna turned her head and grasped his shoulder. She pushed hard, forcing him to move down her body, sucking on her tits, licking at her belly button before he slid off the bed. Tino fell to his knees on the floor, and Brianna moved to spread her thighs wide, leaving herself open for him. She fisted his hair once more, pulling him forward, forcing him to taste her, and she could feel his groan against her pussy when he licked the seam of it.
Then he spread her with his thumbs, leaving her open and exposed as he sucked on her clit. Brianna gasped and pushed her hips up. “Use your fingers.”
