Page 69 of My Merciless Don

She humphed contemptuously. “Keep me safe? No, darling, that's not what you're doing. You're trying to take over my life and make decisions for me. I lived in this world thirty-one years on my own. Do you think I'm gonna let you do that?”

“In case you haven't noticed,” I said in frustration, “you are no longer alone.”

“Yes, apparently I'm with a caveman who has zero couth.”

I shot to my feet, putting down my glass so I could spread my arms out dramatically. “Well excuse the hell out of me for caring.”

“Oh, come on,” she waved her arms irritably, “You know that’s not what I mean.”

“Then what do you mean?”

“I mean you going all like,” she hunched over, bending her arms and sticking her bottom lip out to look like an ape. “Me Tarzan, you Jane.” She swung her arms around making monkey noises, “Me big man, you little woman do as I say.”

I bit my bottom lip so as not to laugh. She was insulting me, but it was hella funny. I took a deep breath. “Fine… Jane. How would you like me to approach you in the future.”

She straightened up. “Just fucking listen to me. Also, I don't ask for permission. If I want to do something I'm going to do it. You just have to deal with that.”

I blinked at her, just blown away and also turned on. “You're going to drive me crazy.” I said matter of factly, though I couldn't stop my eyes from raking her frame.

She stuck her hip out and crossed her leg so she was leaning against the balcony. She crossed her arms so that her breasts were all lifted and shit. “What are you going to do about it, Tarzan?”

I hunched over, bent my knees, and started walking towards her like a gorilla, making appropriate noises. I picked her up and slung her over my shoulder. “Me Tarzan, you Jane,” I said my voice thick with desire.

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

MARCO

Icarried her caveman style to the bedroom and threw her on the bed. She bounced a few times giggling and then twisted around and held her arms out to me. I put one knee on the bed and dived towards her.

As soon as I was within range, she grabbed fistfuls of my shirt and began to pull it off. I hastened to help her like the gentleman I am and held my arms out. I covered her body with mine, capturing her mouth in a savage kiss. We tussled with each other each, wanting to take control of the kiss, each trying to prove a point.

Finally, she softened and immediately so did I. We explored each other's mouths, talking to each other in a language that both of our bodies understood. There was no communication breakdown here. Her hands caressed my back tracing the muscles lovingly before wrapping around my waist to pull me even closer. Chest to chest, heart to heart, pelvis to pelvis, we writhed against each other, awakening nerve endings and other parts of our anatomies.

I broke the kiss, pulling back even as she whimpered in protest, so I could pull her vest off. She wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts bounced enticingly. I dived immediately, and took her left nipple into my mouth. I moaned against her flesh and she arched her back, groaning in harmony with me.

My hand reached up to cup her other breast, kneading it so that it didn't feel neglected. She was squirming and writhing beneath me.

“Marco,” she cried in a choked voice, pulling at my hair.

I let go of her breast with a popping sound, not lifting my head but looking up into her eyes from my crouched position. “Yes?” I rasped.

“Get my tights off and fuck me now or I swear to god…”

I grinned unable to resist teasing her. “You swear to god… what?”

She reached down and pulled my hair. “I'll find someone else to fuck.” she said boldly.

I snorted. “Good luck with finding someone who can satisfy you.”

“Marco,” she said my name like a plaintive wail, and I took pity on her, reaching for her tights and panties, and pulling them down quickly. I flung them off and they landed somewhere on the floor, before reaching for my sweatpants and pulling them down and off.

If I was being honest, I was as heated as she was, I could hardly wait to thrust myself inside her, but a man has his pride. I dived for her pussy, tickling her clit, before diving in with my tongue to taste her warm, wet fluids. She was saying something, but I could hardly hear her, cradled as I was between the warmth of her thighs.

She cried out, reaching for my hair again and pulling. I took that to mean she was more than ready for me and surged upwards, kissing her so that she could taste herself on my tongue as I drove myself into her, setting a brutal, ruthless rhythm from the start. Just pistoning myself into her again and again, taking no prisoners and showing no mercy. My passion was so intense that I was literally driving her body up the bed, until she almost hit the headboard before I put a hand out to shield her.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, lifting her head to sink her teeth into my neck. I grunted and groaned, gasped and moaned as she mouthed at my neck and I fucked her into the mattress. Suddenly she let go, falling back on the bed and picking up her legs at the knees, so that she could hold them almost against her shoulders, giving me carte blanche to go to town on her.

We fucked for a long time, the intensity increasing with every thrust. I wanted her to feel me for days, to know exactly who she belonged to. Our flesh slapped together, warming and then heating with the intensity of friction. Her pussy was dripping with so much fluid it made a squelching sound every time I pushed into her or withdrew from her.

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