Page 44 of The Enforcer

She collapsed on top of him and he tucked her to his side.

“Good morning,chica.”

“Morning,” she murmured back as she wrapped her hand around his thickness.

He hissed. “Not a good idea right now with you being sore. Don’t start something I can’t finish.”

Perhaps she should heed his warning. Yep, that would be the sensible thing to do. Except, he made her feel empowered, as if she could do anything.

“I want to do for you what you did to me,” she confessed.

He played with a nipple, while she slowly jacked him off. “You ever done that before?”

“No, and um… I’m afraid that, well you know.”

“You’re afraid that you’ll suck at sucking me off?”

She retaliated by strengthening her hold on him. “Any more smart comments?”

He winced. “Maybe not while you’re holding my dick.”

“I didn’t think so.”

He put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. “Since you’re determined to learn why don’t you get to work? I’ll tell you if you’re any good.”

Challenge accepted. She scooted down until her face was next to his dick, her hand not leaving him. It was odd feeling his hardness in her hand. Odd and exhilarating. Because, for all his laidback and relaxed attitude, she could see sweat form on Hector’s brow. It gave her a sense of power she’d never had in his presence before.

Her first tentative lick over the head of his cock made him jump. His nostrils flared, and his muscles tensed. Then she gave another lick and another, while holding on to his root.

“Suck on the head,” he ordered.

That was the beginning of more directions. She followed every one of them to a T, enjoying every second. She couldn’t get all of him inside her mouth without gagging, but she enjoyed giving it a try.

Right when she was debating letting him come inside her—soreness be damned—their doorbell rang.

“What the fuck.” Hector growled.

After a few seconds, it rang again. Who would be visiting them, the morning after their wedding?

“I’ll go check who it is,” she said, giving a pointed look at his hardness. “I don’t think you should go downstairs like that.”

She got out of bed and put on a silk nightgown, when Hector growled.

“You’renot going down likethat. Put on some clothes.”

Ah yes, the thing about other men not seeing her naked. She quickly grabbed some underwear from the drawer and hoisted herself in a pair of jeans and a tee while he went into the bathroom.

Mary hopped downstairs right when the doorbell rang for the third time. She couldn’t help but look a bit grumpy when she opened the door.

Until she saw two police uniforms. All the happiness she’d felt washed away and got replaced by fear.

Ice. Cold. Fear.

CHAPTER 15

HECTOR

What did a man have to do around here to enjoy fucking his bride after his wedding day? Apparently, take her to an unknown location or remove the doorbell. What he’d planned out as a lazy morning in bed, getting his first blowjob from her, had turned into him plotting the demise of whoever was at their door. To make matters worse, his hard-on refused to go away.

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