Page 62 of The Enforcer

He leaned back against the couch, trying to appear relaxed as Mary started to make slurping sounds. She was really getting the hang of it. Her head bobbed up and down his shaft.

He loved her brazen nature when it came to sex. His woman looked all angelic, but when they were alone, a sassy little devil inhabited her body. All he wanted was to give her pleasure. But, he couldn’t let her meddling in his affairs go unanswered.

He pulled her off his dick.

“You wet yet?” When she opened her mouth, he put a finger on her lips. “No talking. Just show me your juices.”

She tried to get up, but he pushed her shoulders down.

“No. You’re a smart girl. Figure out a way to show me without getting up.”

It took her a second to catch on, but then her hand went to her stomach. From there, slowly—oh so slowly—her hand descended until she pushed two fingers into her heat.

“That’s it,” he rasped. “Pleasure yourself for me.”

He still hadn’t decided if he was going to let her come, but he liked their play.

Mary closed her eyes and really got into it. It was probably an obscene sight. Him with his dick straining up to his stomach. Her face close to his dick, fingers inside herself.

When he heard her breath hitch and the pace of her fingers sped up, he pulled her hand away.

She mewled and gave him a hurt look. He wanted to bite her full bottom lip and fuck her into oblivion. Unfortunately, he couldn’t. He was trying to make a point here.

“Feeling frustrated yet?” he asked.

She blinked. Her eyes narrowed as she was reminded why she was in this predicament in the first place.

Meanwhile, on the screen, his team scored. It didn’t get much better than this: his woman giving him head and his team on the win.

Actually, itcouldget better.

He put a hand on her head, pushing her back down on his cock until he made her gag. With deep rhythmic strokes, he started to fuck her face. She groaned when he went particularly deep until he hit the back of her throat. He held her there for a few seconds, expecting her to protest. Instead, he was confronted with her gorgeous eyes looking up at him, full of trust. Shit. That made him even harder.

Slowly he pulled out of her mouth and tucked her head between his legs, giving her reprieve. She nuzzled against him and gave a contented sigh. It was as if something broke free inside him, wanting to rejoice.

How had he ever gotten so lucky? The most beautiful woman in the world lay at his feet and enjoyed pleasuring him.

Mary lifted her head up and looked at him questioningly. Looking for instructions.

“Get up.”

When she complied, he made a twirling gesture with his finger, so she turned her back to him. He was greeted by pale globes that were supposedly covered with a thong. The strap of red fabric, of course, didn’t cover a thing. It only highlighted her pussy, the way it went snug around her lips. He pushed away the soft fabric and dipped a finger into her hot cunt.

She nearly burned his fingers. He set a fast pace, fingering her, all the while making sure not to touch her clit. One accidental brush against the puffy bud, and she would go over the edge.

He pulled his finger out when his hand was practically drenched.

“Get up and sit on my dick, facing the screen.”

He hadn’t done the reverse cowgirl with her yet, and it was perfect for what he had in mind.

She settled onto his lap, back to his chest, and slowly descended on his dick. When he was balls deep in her, she let out a satisfied sigh.

Little did she know...

He brought his hands down to Mary’s thighs and pulled them up, so her feet were flat on the couch on either side of her.

Her hand went back to her clit, playing with it. He let her touch herself one, twice, just to get herself worked up, then he pulled her hand away.

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