Page 30 of The Merciless King

Oh fuck.

Then he’s at my entrance and the tip of his cock presses in.

I let out a cry.

“Fuck, yes. You’re tight,” Braxton grounds out. “Jesus, Gianna.”

My name on his lips as he presses farther in does something to me. I feel it inside my chest. It’s like a damn prayer or something.

I want to tell him not to use my name.

To just fuck me.

Then he’s deep, filling me, and my brain is trying to keep up with the feelings rushing through me. He thrusts his hips, then pulls back and does it again.

And again.

I cry out, scrunching the pillow, my eyes pressed tight as pure, absolute pleasure fills every cell in my body.

Suddenly, Braxton flips me over and drops his palms on either side of my head and glares down at me. His cock finds my wet entrance, and he presses inside.

“Why do you feel this fucking good?” he demands.

“More,” I cry because I don’t know how to answer him.

I don’t know why it feels like this. It shouldn’t. Or maybe this is what wild, unadulterated fucking is like, and I’ve been missing out for years.

Slam.

He lifts my hips so he can go deeper and slams his mouth down on mine like he’s angry with me for this being amazing. I clutch at his muscular arms, wanting more—more of what?

All I know is I want more of this man when this is over.

Braxton was right.

This isn’t happening only once.

I tighten my walls around his shaft as Braxton releases my mouth and works his way down my neck. I arch into his heat and feel him swelling inside me as my second climax nears.

When he lifts and our eyes lock, the smoldering heat within them takes my breath away.

“Come for me, Gianna,” Braxton growls in his rich baritone tones. “Come with me.”

Jesus.

My body arches as I fall over the cliff and into this man’s soul.

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IT’S JUST SEX.

It’s just sex. It’s just sex.

I’ll keep up these affirmations for as long as I need, but I’m pretty sure they will be useless.

“I’ll be thirty minutes,” Braxton says, pulling up his pants and tucking his cock away.

He’s propped me up in his bed, surrounded by a divine white duvet which I’m pretty sure is made of angel wings and dozens of pillows. I’m drinking a glass of water with electrolytes in.

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