Page 7 of The Tryst List

“I’m on it.” Merc grabs my sketchbook and disappears into the back office.

With a half hour to spare, I have more than enough time to get prepped. No need to rush. I’m casually scrolling through emails when the front door chimes, signaling a new arrival. Because we’re an appointment-only shop and Merc is working on my stencils, I answer the door myself.

When I do, all the air whooshes from the room.

I can’t believe my eyes. It’s like I conjured up a blast from the past out of thin air.

“Watch my cock fuck your sweet cunt,” he growls in my ear.

His bulging arms are curled under my thighs, effortlessly holding me suspended in midair. I lean back against his chest and cling to his elbows, watching us in the full-length mirror as he bounces my slight frame up and down on his mammoth dick. My pussy consumes his shaft, hungrily squeezing him with every pass.

I'm so turned on every single nerve ending feels like it's buzzing.

He buries his chin in the crook of my neck. Our eyes meet in the mirror. “I’ve got you, beautiful. You’re weightless. Let go of my elbows and rub your clit. Can you feel every inch of my cock sliding inside your wet heat?”

I literally gush at his dirty words. One hand snakes down to my sensitive nub and I wince because I’ve already come half a dozen times tonight. Every part of my sex is overstimulated, but I do as he asks and rub myself.

I have to.

I need to.

His eyes are locked on where we’re joined. With a feral growl, he effortlessly shifts my position so his crown hits a magic spot inside me I never knew existed. Something tells me I’m on the brink of the greatest pleasure I’ve ever known, so I keep rubbing.

It’s incredible.

Unbearable.

A high-pitched squeal bursts free when it all becomes too much. I watch my small body impaled by his big cock in the mirror. He slams me down harder and harder. My tits bounce and jiggle. “Don’t give up, baby girl. You’re almost there. Look at how swollen your pussy is. Dripping wet. Jesus, you're so fucking sexy.”

The dirty talk is too much.

Not enough.

My breathing comes in short spurts and my core seizes around him.

“That's it. Now, bear down like you’re going to pee.” I can't think. Every nerve ending is alive. I’m stuffed full of him. My nipples are tight and puckered. Am I feeling pleasure or pain? Who knows—who cares! I never, ever, ever, ever want this to end.

More. More. More.

“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!’ I scream, closing my eyes and squeezing his shaft with all my might. Sucking him deeper into my body.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he moans. “Rub, baby. Rub. Faster. Faster.”

Moments later a sonic blast shoots from my toes through my pussy up my channel and out of the top of my head. I let out an agonized moan. “Gahhhhhh.”

“You've got to open your eyes and watch,” he shouts. “Let go. Just let go. I’ve got you.”

My eyes open at the moment I literally detonate. Splash after splash of my release coats the mirror. I’m wailing. Tears stream down my cheeks as I experience the most intense orgasm of my life. “Oh Goddddddddddd…”

“Fuuuuuuck. You’re so fucking hot. I’m gonna come so fucking hard.” His eyes squinch shut and I feel his hot release spurt inside me, over and over.

I try to squiggle and get away because I have no idea what just happened and I’m a bit embarrassed at the mess I‘ve made, but he keeps my legs spread apart and suspended, so I have no option but to lean back against his chest as he continues to pump up into my body. “Don’t be shy, baby. I made you squirt. Watch us fuck. We’re perfect.”

Electricity ripples through my body when I see our come dripping out of me, down his cock, pooling on the floor. His eyes are half-mast, but he’s gaping at me in the mirror like I'm the sexiest goddess on the planet.

I’m gone. Again. My pussy clamps down on his cock and I scream bloody murder when another orgasm tears through my body like an exorcism.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. You’re mine.” He bites my earlobe. “Say it.”

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