Page 52 of The Merciless King

Fuck that.

No one is touching her.

“This belongs to me. Do you understand?” I tell her, surprised by the sound of my dominant, harsh voice.

“Yes,” Gianna replies as glee sparkles in her globes.

She likes my possessiveness.

Sliding my fingers through her soft and shaven folds, I keep my eyes locked on hers as I keep stroking my cock.

“No one touches it. No one licks it. No one looks at it.” I growl.

Not a word I’m saying is a lie.

I feel like I could kill a man if he tried.

“The only cock going inside your pretty little cunt is mine.” I growl.

Gianna whimpers and I can feel her trembling as my fingers enter her.

“You are going to stand here and come on my hand for me while I masturbate.” I use my thumb to stroke her clit as my fat fingers fuck her pussy.

I’ve never been more aroused in my life.

“Okay,” she moans, her entire body shaking and stimulated. “Braxton, oh, god.”

“Take it, squeeze my fingers.” I groan, so fucking turned on as I watch her fall apart at my touch. “Such a naughty pussy. Craving my cock.”

She nods, wobbling, but I won’t let her touch me.

“I want your cock,” Gianna pleads.

“Then come. Come now and I will fuck you.” I lean in and soak up her electrifying desire.

Then she falls.

Her head throws back as she lets out a cry and her body crumples.

I catch her, my fingers sliding out of her pussy, as I wrap my arms around her. Gianna grabs hold of my arms, and then our mouths are smashing together.

Our tongues entwine while I carry her to the bed and with little caress, I drop her on the linen and spread her legs.

Then slam my cock inside her.

She’s hot and dripping wet.

“Braxton,” Gianna cries, gripping handfuls of the white duvet.

I fall over her, onto my elbow, and slam again and again until I spill every last drop inside her.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Why can I not remember to use a condom with this woman?

I know the answer.

I can barely remember my name.

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