Page 81 of The Merciless King

Actually, I don’t know what I’m asking for. My brain has stopped functioning.

I want him. His cock.

All of him.

“Tell me what you want, little girl,” he grunts, biting at my lip.

“To be fucked,” I say.

“First, for assuming you can make plans for me, get on the floor and suck my cock.” He releases my neck and I almost whimper as I go down.

His thick, beautiful cock bobs excitedly as I take it in hand and wrap my mouth around it. It fills me completely as I roll my tongue along his shaft and circle his head. I work him faster, cupping his balls and letting my eyes lift to him.

The way he looks down at me almost takes my breath away. I see dark desire, a man on the edge, and conflict within them.

He wants me.

He doesn’t want to want me.

A flicker of hope that is growing within me flares to life.

What if...?

Suddenly, he pulls me to my feet and lifts me onto the shower seat. My legs are parted, and Braxton’s fingers slide inside my pussy.

“I could fuck this sweet little cunt forever, Gianna.” His eyes roam over my face as he hits my g-spot with his finger.

“Brax,” I gasp, arching as I grip his thick biceps.

The way his enormous body surrounds me does something to me, sending butterflies spinning in my tummy.

He slams his hand on the wall next to me and directs his cock toward my entrance.

With a deep moan, he enters me, and my eyes close.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he ruts into me fast and rough, crying out at the white-hot pleasure it creates.

“Gia, fuck. Fuck, Gia.” Braxton groans, lifting my chin and slamming his mouth on mine.

My orgasm rolls from me. He swells inside me, then abruptly pulls out and strokes his long cock as streams of white come spill onto me.

I shudder at the sight of him with his powerful cock in his hand. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I reach out and run my fingers over his tattoos, then lift my face to his.

Those steel-blue eyes look haunted. I wish I knew what he was thinking, but I have a feeling I know.

Braxton’s leaving me.

I don’t know when, but I know that he is.

“Take me with you,” I whisper quietly and wonder if he will even hear me over the water.

The surprise on his face is subtle, but I don’t miss it.

He presses closer and lifts me into his arms. For a moment, his gaze roams my face as if memorizing all of me, then he slowly kisses me.

It’s soft and gentle.

No one has kissed me like this before. Like they want me for more than just sexual pleasure. Like they don’t want to let me go.

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