Page 50 of My Merciless Don

I’d never felt so exposed, vulnerable, yet safe.

This man will be the death of me.

I groaned, my eyes squinched shut. “Can we get to the mind-blowing sex part now? This tender loving care is too much for me.”

“No.”

I opened my eyes, and gawped at him in surprise. “No?”

“Yeah, no. If you think this is gonna be some wam-bam-thank-you-ma’am shit, I’ve got news for you, honey. You’re in for a major disappointment.”

I was literally tongue tied. All I could do was stare stupidly, like a village idiot, at him. He put one jean-clad knee on the bed and picked up my foot. He stared at me, gauging my reaction as he ran a finger down the middle of my sole. I curled my toes, hips rising from the mattress in reaction. “Oh!” I exclaimed.

“Ticklish?” he asked.

I squirmed. “More than that.”

“Well, they do say that the foot has nerves to every single part of your body. He tickled the grooves between my toes, “I wonder where the nerve to your clitoris is.”

I made a whimpering sound, squirming again. I had a feeling my clitoris was stimulated quite enough already. I could feel myself dripping, ready. He could tear my pants off and just penetrate me right now. I could take him easily with how thoroughly I was lubricated.

He began to play with my ankle and the horrifying thought occurred to me that he was intending to devote his time to every single part of my anatomy. I didn't think I could wait that long to have him inside of me. “Marco, please,” I groaned, twisting my hips in an effort to give my dripping center some friction.

“Patience, my dear. I will give you all the satisfaction you need,” he said soothingly.

I pondered on how to tell him that the only fulfillment I craved was for him to fuck me, pounding me into the mattress.

It wasn't rocket science.

I reached for my sweatpants and began to pull them down. He watched me with an amused glint in his eye but didn't try to stop me. I finally got the damn things off, so I reached for my shirt and pulled it over my head, flinging it to the far reaches of the room without a care as to where it landed. I sat there in my bra and panties, watching Marco smirk at me.

“Are you really just gonna stand there?”

He put his other leg on the bed and crawled over to me on his hands and knees, never breaking eye contact. “You want it so bad? Come and get it.”

The mistake that he made is thinking I wouldn’t. I leapt at him, bringing him down like I was a lion and he was a gazelle. I straddled him, my hair in my face, blocking my vision. I could feel his erection, beneath my panties and it damned well had me soaking the smooth white cotton right through.

I pushed my hair off my face and leaned down, pressing my lips to his. I kissed him lazily for a while, enjoying the soft moans he made into my mouth, his hands raking through my hair, caressing down my back and squeezing my ass. I pressed my hips down on his erection, rubbing against it to create some friction. The more I rubbed, the more desperate I became. Finally, I tore my lips from his, got off him and began to work on his jeans, tearing open the fly and attempting to pull them down.

He lifted his hips, wriggling around to help me get them off faster. My mouth watered as I saw his boxers jutting upwards obscenely. I leaned down, mouthing along the fly, just wanting to smell him, feel him, taste him. He groaned out loud, canting his hips suggestively. I mouthed his boxers open, coaxing his dick out and then licked the tip.

He threw his head back, crying out and I grinned, before taking as much as I could into my mouth. He was big and wide and my mouth was not up to the task in size, but I did my best to take as much of him in as I could. I sucked and licked, blew on his dick and suckled it as if it was the most delicious lollipop. I was deriving as much enjoyment from listening to him moan and groan as I was from blowing him.

Then he grabbed my shoulders, pulling me up towards him. I went easily, letting him lay me on him so I was covering him like a blanket, his erection an insistent thing between us. I widened my legs, straddling him and he groaned, arching upwards so his dick brushed against the wet cotton of my panties.

Before I could so much as touch it, he had grasped the bottom of my panties and pulled them aside, his dick filling the gap and surging into me in one fell swoop. I lost my breath from the suddenness of it, keening like a dying chicken as he pushed up into me again and again, his grunts a musical accompaniment to his efforts.

I settled myself comfortably on his lap, and prepared to ride his dick into oblivion. We were galloping pair, going faster and faster, crying out, keening, moaning and groaning on our way to climax. His hands were like steel bands around my hips, pulling me up and slamming me down with every thrust. I was a helpless creature, in thrall to his sexual spell. I never wanted this to end.

Unfortunately for me, my orgasm had other ideas. It spilled out of me in a gushing mess, my insides contracting hard before milking at his dick, like it was a second mouth. I surrendered to the throes of ecstasy thrumming through me, feeling him spill inside me and provoking a chain reaction in my body. A second orgasm followed the first giving me no room to breathe. My eyelids fluttered as my vision whited out. I was seconds away from passing out.

I collapsed, boneless, on his chest, breathing like the bellows as his body jerked and snapped beneath me as he came inside of me. I frowned, feeling a frisson of concern that we hadn’t used a condom, but I was too replete to worry about it too much.

Tomorrow’s problems. I thought incoherently.

I lay on his chest, listening to his heart thudding in triple time. Closing my eyes, I lay there until it slowed down to a normal beat, almost asleep, and I felt no pain. It was peaceful in this silent aftermath and I prayed that peace would last.

Marco reached up and ran a finger down my spine.

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