Page 29 of The Merciless King

I clench Braxton’s dark hair as my orgasm slams into me. Never in my life has a man brought me to climax so quickly or so powerfully.

My entire lower region feels like it’s on fire.

I’m spread out on this dining table like a damn whore and I fucking love it. I want him to do all the dirty things to me again and again.

But first, I need him to fuck me.

I need his cock inside me more than I’ve needed anything. I feel like I’ll die if this man walks away from me.

If he wants to meet my father, I’ll unlock the door to his damn bedroom if he wants.

I don’t care.

I need Braxton Rossi to fuck me. Right. Damn. Now.

“You taste like molten whisky, princess,” he says, kissing his way along my inner thigh.

I shudder.

Braxton lifts me so I’m sitting up more carefully than I would have expected, then picks me up off the table and I wrap my legs and arms around him.

“Bed,” he says, kissing my lips harshly. “I’m going to fuck you hard. That table will hurt you.”

“Do you really care?” I grin.

He places me down on the mattress and stares down at me like he’s contemplating the question.

“Yes. I have a feeling you need fucking multiple times. I don’t want to damage you...too early.”

I grin again and let my legs fall open while Braxton stares down at me as he strokes his cock.

“Then we are on the same page.” I reach for my nipples and pinch them, a moan escaping me.

“Get on your knees and head in the pillow.” He orders me.

While he’s too pretty to not look at while he’s fucking me, I trust that his promise will mean I get to stare into those lust-filled eyes of his before this night is over. Then again, he did say he has a meeting around midnight.

I almost snicker at the idea of him kicking me out.

Why does that make me want him more?

Before I shove my head in the plush white pillow, I take in Braxton’s physique. Pretty isn’t the right word for him.

He’s all man.

Strong, ripped, solid as hell.

He has tattoos on his chest, arms, and one along the V that leads to his thick, heavy cock. Which is large. Larger than I’ve probably seen before.

I lick my lips and he laughs.

“Like what you see, princess?” he says, then I hear the rip of the condom and feel him climb on the bed. “Let’s fill this hot, wet pussy.”

God, his mouth. It’s so dirty it turns me on.

His cock slides through my folds as his hand presses on the small of my back, forcing me to lift my ass farther in the air.

“That’s it. Give me good access to this cunt.”

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