The Enforcer’s Sin: Stolen By My Father’s Best Friend

004

"Tell me you love the way I taste."

I pant, tugging on the strands of Alex's hair while he goes down on me—something he totally hates.

He sucks my c**t lazily, like he'd be anywhere in the world but here.

Well, I begged him to eat my p***y. I gaslit him into giving me an engagement gift.

Alex never eats p***y.

He's too prim and proper for s**t like that, and while I get it, I'm currently hung on the naked image of my father's best friend.

The moment he turned to face me so that I got a view of the full package keeps playing in my head over and over. I need to get it out of my head.

"I love how you taste future wifey. You taste like honey and cinnamon and all the delicious things I wanna eat. f**k, I wanna spend the rest of my life buried in between your legs." He raises his head.

"Yeah? Then keep sucking my c**t just like that. I'm close." I tell him, shutting my eyes and licking my lips. I adjust slightly, widening my legs far apart so he gets better access.

Ten seconds pass and he isn't lapping on my c**t just like I told him.

My eyes fly wide open as I stare at him.

"Alex?"

He gets up from where he's kneeling, raking his hands through his hair as he walks around the room, agitatedly.

"What's the matter?" I ask.

"Don't tell me you're enjoying this, Lottie. My mouth is literally on your genitals."

"For f**k's sake, we're not doing this again, Alex. It's not a taboo. You're my future husband, and if you see anything wrong in giving me head then I think you should be thinking about a lot of things." I snap, getting up as well while I tie my robe around my body.

"Lottie, I'm sorry."

"Get out!"

"Lottie, baby. Please."

"You know I love it when my p***y's eaten. You've always told me to give you some time to warm up to the idea, and I did. It's been two years, Alex. Two years."

My s****l frustration is getting the best of me, and I hate it. I hate the fact that every time I close my eyes, I see him.

I see him slipping his fingers into the jeans of the sweet butt. I see him leaning against the wall while I stare at that powerhouse of a body of his.

I hate everything.

Worst of all, I hate that my own fiancé can never satisfy my s****l needs.

"Can you give me a little more time, baby?" He pleads with needy eyes, and how can I send him away? When he's been nothing but sweet to me. A stark contrast to how rude and dismissive Cade has been to me.

"Yeah, but can you at least f**k me tonight. I'm so f*****g horny." I plead, and he smiles while he walks up to me.

Alex pulls me to him before crashing his lips against mine. I kiss him back, standing on my tip toes and gripping his tank top to pull him closer.

"Alex," I breathe, pausing. I place my hand on his chest, creating some form of barrier between us before this goes any further.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Can we try something different tonight? I'll lead the way and tell you what to do." I lick my lips.

"Yeah, I'm open."

"Okay," I nod, trying to form the words.

"Can you bite on my lower lip while you kiss me? Not too much that you're hurting me, but just enough that you draw blood?"

Fucking mistake.

He takes a step back, his brows furrowing in confusion as he stares at me.

"Please, I want us to try something different tonight. I'm trying to see what I like in the bedroom."

"Okay," he looks at me weirdly, stepping closer until he's a hairsbreadth away from me. Then, he wraps a hand around my neck.

"You like stuff like this, yeah?"

God, yes!

I nod.

Then, he crashes his lips against mine aggressively, almost knocking out my teeth. We lock lips for a few seconds and then he is biting my lower lip until I can taste copper.

I know this feels weird to him, but boy am I reveling in the feeling of this. I'm basking in it.

I step away from him immediately.

"I'll turn around now, and I want you to push me on the bed. Do it aggressively. Then spank my ass. Call me a dirty girl. Call me a w***e. Tease me, then punish me with that dick." I plead. Alex stares at me, his mouth wide open as though he can't believe this is the same Lottie that he went down on his knees and proposed to two days ago.

It seems like I've become so unrecognizable overnight.

He doesn't say s**t to judge my request.

"Turn around." He simply says, and I obey.

Alex shoves me against the bed roughly and my breath hitches. I'm trying to catch my breath when his palm connects with my butt.

"f**k daddy," I gasp.

"You like that, you f*****g dirty slut?" He asks and I shut my eyes tightly, cringing like crazy. Yes, I know I told him to say those things, but it just does not sound right coming from him.

Nothing ever sounds right when Alex and I are f*****g. It's stuff that I've had to endure since we started dating.

I thought it would get better eventually, but it's been two years.

He spanks my ass again, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"I said, you like that you f*****g dirty slut?" He repeats, his jaw slams shut as he tries to feign dominance.

It does not suit him one bit.

"Yes, daddy." I fake moan.

"You're a good w***e, Lottie and I'm gonna punish you with my dick."

I roll my eyes, regretting this already.

I know I told him to say those say those things, but he isn't even being the least bit creative. He's saying all I told him back verbatim.

My back is arched and my ass is hanging in the air and I'm trying to figure out how to end this when he yanks my panties down to my thighs.

I feel him scrambling to take his clothes off.

Before I know it, Alex is shoving his c**k in my p***y when I'm not even aroused at all.

"You like how I f**k you like that?" He quizzes, pulling out and slamming into me to the hilt.

"Oh yes, Alex. f**k. I love what your d**k does to me."

"Yeah?"

He's thrusting with all his power and might. All the while, I'm fake moaning.

"I'm so close, daddy." I lie.

"Yeah, I'm very close too."

I feel his sweat drop on my back and his pace quickens. Before I know it, he goes still.

"Oh, s**t, Lottie. Your p***y feels so good." He says to me as he cums.

Then, I close my eyes and release the fakest moan I've ever released while I pretend to convulse like someone who's seen her climax.

I roll to the other side of the bed, looking away from him because I'm embarrassed on his behalf.

"That was so good, baby." He pulls me close to him for a cuddle, but I push him away, rolling to get off the bed.

I grab the glass of water by the nightstand, heading to the window for some air when I see a silhouette.

It's unclear who it is initially, but I squint. The glowing cherry of a lit cigarette is the only thing I see clearly.

It feels like a 'the more you look, the less you see' type of situation.

I drink some water, and look again, and that's when I see it.

The stance. The cigarette. The arms folded across his chest.

Cade.

He's been watching us the entire time.