Page 27 of The Merciless King

Black lacy panties and a matching bra greet me.

I undo her bra, and she takes it off and flings it aside. Then stands before me, baring almost all of herself.

“You said you were going to rip my panties off. I hope you don’t break that promise,” Gianna purrs.

Little minx.

“You need to work for it. Get on your knees, princess.” I say, undoing the buttons on my shirt.

“You’re rude,” she says with a smile and drops to the floor.

I let out a grunt, tossing my shirt away, and yank my belt off. Then, with my hands on my hips, I demand, “Pull my cock out and get that pretty mouth of yours around it.”

Her green eyes sparkle excitedly and when she pulls me out of my pants—I’m commando—her tongue reaches out almost automatically and laps at the precum dripping from it.

“You taste like lies and deceit, Braxton,” she says seductively.

I almost falter.

“You talk too much,” I reply, pushing myself inside her mouth.

This woman is as innocent as a politician, and I would be a fool to underestimate her. She’s been raised by a capo—a mob boss—and among gangsters.

If I thought she was some pampered princess, I was wrong. She might want to submit to me, but it’s for her own pleasure.

As her mouth moves up and down my shaft, I remind myself it’s momentarily for mine, too.

“Good girl, all the way in. Suck me harder,” I order and grab both sides of her head as I prepare to fuck her throat.

It’s been a while since I had sex. For no other reason than no one grabbed my attention and I’ve been distracted. So my cock is having a party in her mouth.

And I’m ready to come.

The sounds she makes and the threads of saliva spilling from her have my balls tucking up and that delicious electric spark slicing down my spine.

“Relax for me, sweetheart.” I growl, bucking my hips to thrust down her throat. “Yes, fuck. Jesus.”

Gianna gags as I bring myself to climax in her mouth, groaning from the white-hot pleasure.

“God,” she cries, wiping her mouth and almost collapsing when I pull out.

I catch her arm. “I gotcha.”

She’s trembling, and I know I’m here for a different reason, but right in this moment what I want most is to taste Gianna’s pussy and sink deep inside her when I’m hard again.

I lift her to her feet and ditch my pants, then carry her in my arms to the dining table.

“Now,” I say, taking both sides of her panties and dragging them down her legs. “Now I dine.”

“That’s gross.” Gianna moans.

I smile at her as I tug her underwear over her heels, which she still wears, toss them over my shoulder, and spread open her legs.

“I’ll be the judge of that. Lie back and be a good little girl while I lick your wet cunt.”

I cup one of her breasts and nudge her nipple as she leans back with a sexy moan.

If I was making love to this woman, I would have suckled them, kissed her more, told her how fucking beautiful she is.

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