Page 94 of Enforcer
She licks her lips, her pupils dancing again in arousal as she fights the surrender.
“Tesoro,” I warn.
She’s so used to being the independent, tough girl I’ve come to love, but I want her to be able to let all that go at the door. While I’ll never dampen her fire, I want her to know I’ve got her.
That I’m here, and she can let the fucking walls down.
Also, I want to hear her call me sir.
“Yes, sir,” she says meekly.
The words cause a firestorm in my body, and I slip two fingers inside her, curving them up to rub the spot I know will set her off quickly.
She’s right, I’m supposed to be leaving this very minute, but she came here for me. She swallowed all her fear and all the bullshit her anxiety spins in her overactive mind and came here. She’s trying.
I’ll be damned if she leaves here sopping wet and disappointed when I’m so fucking proud of her.
“There’s a good tesoro. God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
She grips my shoulders in both hands, digging in with all she has as I hasten the pace at my fingers.
“You were right, you know? I have to get going. But I’m so fucking proud of you for being brave enough to come here. To tell me you missed me, too. I see you, Alyssa. I know how hard this shit is for you. I appreciate you.”
Her mouth gapes open, and even if I don’t know if my words are registering in her lust-addled brain right now, I still let them free. She needs to know.
She grinds on my hands, taking what she needs as much as I give.
“That a girl, make yourself come on my hand. Later, when I’m half-crazed from interrogating and torturing, I’ll have the scent of you still on my fingers to keep me grounded.”
She whimpers, loud and guttural.
Her breathing has increased, her moans slamming together like the most melodic symphony, and she’s using the leverage of her hands on my shoulders to ride my hand.
“Dante,” she pants, eyes going frantic.
“Let go, baby. I’ve got you,” I croon.
“Fuck! Yes, sir!” she screams, breaking to shattered bits all over my hand, body clamping around my fingers in waves, cum squirting out and coating me like a visible brand.
“Good fucking girl.”
When I pull out of her, I’m careful not to lose any of the wetness she soaked me with. I want to let it dry into my skin and take it with me tonight.
She drops to her knees before me, grabbing my zipper before I stop her.
I cup her face, looking down at her as her breathing tries to regulate.
“As much as I want those perfect lips around my cock, tesoro. I’ve got to go. But be ready. When I’m done, I’m tying you up, making you my little plaything. I’m going to make you come so many times that you’re going to beg me to leave you alone.”
She licks her lips. “Promise?”
Helping her to her feet, I kiss her. “Promise.”
“Don’t be like everyone else, Dante. Keep your promises to me.”
I smile. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Please!”His snot rolls out of his nose, disgusting me even more than all the blood he’s spurted all over the floor.