Page 22 of My Merciless Don

His eyes raked me from head to toe, “Oh I'm enjoying looking. But don't worry, I'll ravish you soon enough.”

I wiggled out of my dress, flinging it to the side before cupping my own breasts, which were still encased in my lacy black bra. I played with them a bit, trying to ease the absolute need they had to be touched.

“Hey!” He exclaimed knocking off my hand, “those are my toys you're playing with.”

“Well, it doesn't look like you wanted to play. You're all the way over there.” I pouted at him.

He rolled his eyes. “Kids these days have no patience.” Then he put one knee on the bed, leaning forward, his eyes on mine. He crawled towards me like a stalking tiger and my breath came short in excitement and anticipation.

He straddled me, studying my body as if it was a feast and he was trying to decide where to start devouring me. My chest heaved with impatience, breasts bouncing within my bra. That seemed to give him some focus and he leaned down, taking a nip out of my left nipple with his front teeth before sucking it into his mouth. As the lace of my bra got wet and cold clinging onto my skin in the confines of his hot mouth, I thought I just might die from want.

He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

I just lay there like a panting dog, letting him do whatever he wanted to me, eager for it. I hooked my legs once again around his waist and pulled him in, wanting to be closer. He was still fully dressed, which I thought was a little unfair.

“You gonna take your clothes off or what?”

He grinned naughtily at me. “Or what.” He said.

I looked pointedly down at his erection which was quite visible. “It's your funeral,” I said with a shrug.

He laughed at me before leaning in to kiss me on the mouth. His tongue ran along my bottom lip, before he took it into his mouth and bit it. Then he let my mouth go, trailing sloppy kisses along my jaw, before sucking at the vein in my neck like a vampire. I couldn't stop the noises emanating from my mouth as I squirmed beneath him, my body feeling as if I had been invaded by an army of fire ants, all scattering beneath the surface of my skin clamoring for release.

I was getting very impatient with his slow seduction. I needed him inside of me as soon as possible. I grabbed onto his hair, pulling his face up so I could kiss him thoroughly, my hand sneaking between us to unzip his pants. To my surprise he let me manhandle him - pun intended - as I reached into his boxers to pull out his dick.

I almost cried with need at the feel of him so hard and thick, ready to split me in half. My back arched in encouragement, my fingers digging into his shoulders in wordless demand. He was still wearing his jacket for crying out loud.

“Okay, alright,” he said, “give me a minute to get a condom.”

I loosened my grasp on his shoulders and he shimmied off the bed. He finally took off his jacket, and his shirt, allowing his pants to fall to the ground. He reached into his drawer, extracted a pack of condoms and put it on the bedside table. He plucked up out a single condom and climbed back onto the bed, holding it out to me. “Put it on me.”

I snatched it out of his hand tearing at the packaging, before I extracted the condom. I regretted that my first real look at his dick was when I was covering it with plastic but I wasn't disappointed with the view. Marco was definitely a grower and a shower.

I literally salivated as I slipped the condom on him.

I looked up into his eyes, my own naked and needy. “Fuck me please,” I said breathily.

His breath caught in his throat, his eyes darkened with desire, he grabbed my arms and spun me around, so I was facing away from him. Taking hold of my hips, he raised them so I was on all fours.

His hardness brushed against the crack of my ass before slipping between my legs as he pressed into me. I threw my head back and howled, as he drove into me until his balls were nestling against my ass cheeks. I felt invaded, owned, and full, in the best way. I needed him to move. “Fuck me!”

Marco didn't need telling twice. He fucked me long and deep; his strokes slow and deliberate. I was slowly going out of my mind and I didn't even care.

“Faster,” I gasped, “Oh God, please, harder.”

He seemed to take my instructions seriously, quickening his pace and pistoning into me like a battering ram. My mind gave up, my body felt hot, everything tingled, jolts of pleasure shooting everywhere unchecked. I felt quite unhinged and I liked it.

Widening my legs, I arched my back, giving him more room to work. My elbows were braced against the bed in an effort to push back against the force of his thrusts. Concussion was a constant danger as my head brushed against the headboard, with every thrust.

I was having the time of my life.

I could feel it in my toes, as my orgasm bore down upon me. Every single cell in my body was on fire with it. I wanted to scream, just to let some of the feeling out. Then everything inside me contracted and released, juice was pouring down my leg, as my entire body shuddered and shivered, my mind a perfect white blank landscape of ecstasy.

For a moment I couldn't see nor hear anything, all I could do was feel. Toe curling pleasure had me in a chokehold. I don't know what nonsense I was spouting but I'm sure glad nobody was recording me.

I collapsed forward in boneless repletion, even as Marco continued to piston into me, grunting with effort and groaning with pleasure. Suddenly he slid as deep into me as he could, his own back arching as he cried out.

“Amy!”

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