The Enforcer (Untamed Hearts Book 3)(137)

“Does it feel good, baby?” His voice was choked with emotion. “You like being under me?”

She bowed back into his embrace and whispered, “God, yes.” Then she spread her thighs wider.

Tino knew what she was looking for, but still he said, “Tell me what you want. I’m here now. Tell me the fantasy.”

Tino grabbed her hand and sucked two of her fingers into his mouth, making her moan and arch under him again. When he pulled them free, he didn’t have to tell her. She did it without being told.

Brianna slipped her hand beneath the lining of her panties and touched herself.

Bold.

Sexy.

Fearless.

Same way she took to that ladder courageously, it really did it for him, to the point that he saw spots in his vision. Everything in him was wound tight and aching for her.

Tino reached down to feel how she got herself off, covering her hand with his over the thin material of her panties. She rubbed her clit side to side, hard and fast, making herself breathless almost instantly.

She hadn’t been lying earlier.

There was something about Brianna that liked it a little rough, but fantasies were different from reality. He fisted her hair to test the water, forcing her head back to watch her pleasure. Most women would resist, but she bowed into him and clenched at the sheet with her free hand. Then just like that, she jerked under him and came with a shout.

Tino surged over her and pushed his bare cock against the curve of her ass as he used his hold on her hair to kiss her. She was still shuddering, and he’d never been more turned on in his entire life. Brianna was riper than he’d thought, so pent-up just the slightest touch set her off. He found himself pushing against her over and over to the hard, dominating thrust of his tongue into her mouth.

He could’ve come against her back and made a point.

Dirty and selfish like a made man was supposed to be.

Instead he was still shaking, overwhelmed, and humbled as he whispered against her lips, “You don’t gotta be my comare. I’d never let you do that.” He forced her hand out of her panties and replaced it with his own. “I’ll be the whore, baby. Use me. You need it. Use me, and we won’t tell anyone.”

“No,” she started in complaint, but he slipped one finger into her * that was swollen with need and dripping wet, making it easy despite how small she was. Still she fought to argue. “Tino, no, you’re—” She choked on her words when he found her G-spot and caressed it. “Shit.” She fisted the sheets in both hands and pushed back against him until she finally gave voice to what her body had been silently begging for. “I want you in me.”

He could feel how badly she wanted it as she clenched around his finger, tight and slick and primed to be f*cked. God, he wanted it too, so much he was moving against her, forcing her tighter against the mattress as he pushed in another finger to give her the full feeling she was craving. Brianna was completely smooth, waxed in a way that surprised him, but so f*cking tight it held him back from giving her what she was begging for.

She came again, too fast for his sanity.

Tino was physically quaking with the need, but then Brianna collapsed under him, sweaty and breathless and confessed, “I love you.”

“Jesus, Bri.” He squeezed his eyes closed and pressed his forehead against the back of her head. “Don’t—”

“Only you. Always, Tino. Call it whatever you want. I just love you.” She said it even though he started thrusting his fingers in her again, stretching her, rubbing them against that sensitive spot inside her until the stickiness covered his palm. “God, please.”

She was begging to be f*cked, but he fisted her hair instead, jerking her head back to watch once more. It took her longer this time. She had to fight for it, arching into his touch over and over again. They were both sweaty, and he was still moving over her, the slide of his cock against the curve of her back pushing him to the edge of oblivion.

Brianna was moaning, and every sound she made was like an electric jolt of pleasure that forced him to realize he was going to come whether he wanted to or not. When she bowed and cried out, he rode out the storm with her, stroking her until her * stopped spasming from the force of her climax.

Then he rolled off her and fisted his cock. It only took three strokes to fall over the edge, leaving him spread out in front of her, biting his lip and coming all over his stomach. He was still shaking as Brianna freed his bottom lip from the tight hold his teeth had on it and rubbed her thumb over it like she was trying to soothe the hurt.

Tino turned away from the caress, not knowing why, of all the things, that was what left him feeling too exposed. He moved to get up and look for a towel, but Brianna crawled over him before he could.

He shifted under her. “Stop, you’ll get dirty.”

“I don’t care.” She lay over him despite the cum. “Will you kiss me?” she asked, reminding him of their one night in the bunk bed. “Do it like you mean it.”

It wasn’t the first time that night she stunned the shit out of him, but life taught him nothing if not how to roll with the punches.

So he threaded both hands in her hair and kissed her like he meant it.





Chapter Thirty-Six


Tino left before Brianna woke up.

He knew it made him an *, but he’d spent most of the night staring at her ceiling, feeling her naked against him save one tiny pair of pink panties. Tino was one of the few people who knew what real torture felt like, and he would’ve honestly taken his father’s belt or the Savios’ basement over spending the night with Brianna naked and not actually f*cking her.