Page 43 of The Enforcer

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her eyes never leaving his cock.

Reaching out his hand, he took hold of hers. “Up you get.”

He stood and then led her around to the back of the chesterfield loveseat, bending her over and forcing her legs apart. Parting her soft, wet folds with his fingers, he slipped two of them inside her drenched pussy.

“You like pleasing Daddy, don’t you baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He began to stroke her pussy, loving how her tight walls sucked at his fingers. He fucked her with them until her hips were dancing in rhythm to each movement of his hand. When she moaned, he smiled and began to trace the seam of her ass with his finger. “When we get back to Chicago, Daddy’s going to train your little rosebud to take him there.”

Her body shuddered, but he knew it was from need and not fear or disgust. He continued to tease and tantalize her until he used his thumb to press down firmly on her clit. Just like the ignition button in a car, Alicia’s body came to life, exploding in an orgasm that seemed to overwhelm her. He let her writhe and ride out the wave as her pussy spasmed around his fingers.

“Such a good girl for Daddy. Do you want Daddy’s big hard cock in your pretty pussy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned.

The feel of her pussy clenching around his fingers was exquisite—his cock would only be more so. She started to whimper when he removed his fingers from her depths, but the sound was cut short when he shoved his cock deep into her wet pussy, groaning as he finally sank into her. She cried out, her body reacting automatically to his possession and climaxing a second time.

“Good girl,” he crooned as he grasped her hips tightly, thrusting into her with a force that made her cry out.

Somewhere inside, he thought he ought to treat her more gently, but he needed this. He needed her. Her body shook underneath him, but accepted each thrust, her moans growing louder and more desperate. Her pussy tightened around his cock, milking it. His eyes rolled back in pleasure.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he grunted, his voice hoarse. “Take my cock, swallow it whole with that greedy pussy of yours. You belong to me now.”

Her body trembled, but she didn’t resist. Her eyes were closed, and her face was alight with desire and intense pleasure. Tears welled in her eyes, but her pussy continued to grip his cock, pulling him deeper into her.

“You’re mine, baby girl,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. “You belong to me.”

Her only response was a moan as her body bucked under him, her pussy clenching around his cock. Her moans filled the room, her body trembling with every thrust. He could feel her pulse pounding against his shaft, and he knew she was close to a third orgasm.

“Do you want it? Do you want Daddy’s cum, baby girl?” he asked, his voice low and demanding.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered back, her breath too rapid for much more.

“Then you come one more time for Daddy; come for me while I fill you up,” he ordered, knowing she was on the razor’s edge.

It wasn’t her gasp of surprise that told him when she tipped over, it was the way her pussy gulped around him, undulating against his cock until he couldn’t hold back anymore. It was her orgasm that triggered his own, and he coated her womb with his seed, flooding her as he came harder than he ever had in his life. Alicia continued to writhe beneath him, but he held her hips tight to his, making sure she took every last drop he had to give her.

He stood there, shaking from the force of his orgasm, watching her as she came down from her own high. If she hadn’t hit subspace, she’d been damn close. When he’d caught his breath, he pulled out and took her in his arms, cradling her against his chest as she clung to him, sighing softly.

“It’s okay, baby girl. Daddy’s here.”

He kissed her forehead and then brushed his lips over hers, lifting her up in his arms and carrying her out onto the private balcony, where he sat in one of the outdoor rockers. He settled her in his lap and rocked her until she was asleep.

Alicia slept more peacefully than he had ever seen before. She clung to him all night and was like a warm soft kitten next to his hard body. When the morning started to wake her, he rolled her gently onto her back, parting her legs and sliding his hard cock into her.

“Oooh, Daddy, that feels so good.”

He chuckled as he began to thrust harder, feeling her body catch his rhythm. They had a lot to do this morning, so this wouldn’t be the amazing, long session they’d had the night before. As he pounded into her, he could feel the rush of her climax and allowed himself to topple into the abyss with her.

When she’d come down, he smiled at her. “Good morning, baby girl.”

Rolling off the bed, he scooped her up and strode into the bath with her where they took a shower, washing each other’s bodies with a combination of discovery, reverence, and a kind of soothing arousal.

As they were getting dressed, Brock said, “I think we need to go and speak to the first Mrs. Rennault.”

“I can come?” she asked.

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