Page 22 of Sunken Empire

A few days ago, I stood in front of this merman stark ass naked demanding my dress back, but he'd resisted looking at my body. That doesn't appear to be the case now as he drinks his fill. His pulse beats in his neck so fast it's a visible thing, and I can't stop myself from raising up to suck on the spot.

Surprising me, his body slumps against mine with a groan right before his hips drive forward. Apparently, I've hit a sweet spot. Something to keep in mind for later.

Wrapping my legs the rest of the way around his waist the next time those hips arch, the hardness still hidden beneath his pants rubs against the spot that just days ago I was using to get myself off. If I do say so myself, I've seriously upgraded. Now, all I've got to do is convince him to get rid of these stupid clothes.

Fortunately, that doesn't take any more persuasion. After covering each breast and showering the nipples with enough attention to have me gasping his name, that magical mouth of his works its way down to my belly button. Never has someone's face traveled that far down on my body and my first experience now yanks a giggle from my chest as the sensation also sparks tiny little butterflies beneath his lips.

His muffled chuckle blows hot air against my skin, making those small tickles jump straight to my core.

"Last chance, love. Tell me to stop," he pleads.

I gasp as his attention turns toward my hip. "Not if my life depended on it."

As if that's the cue he's been waiting for, the rest of our clothes are off in a flash. Not a literal flash, of course, because that would've been too cool. But, our pants fall in a stack to the floor.

Bracing myself with elbows on the bed, I don't hide my gaping at the glorious male on his knees between my own. His eyelids are shuttered, allowing me a moment to inspect every inch of that tanned, naked skin. Almost invisible white scars make a trail down his side, and I reach out to run my finger across one.

"What are these?" I ask, letting my fingers drift down the path to his hip.

He grunts softly, but his only reply is, "War is ugly."

Wanting to see that smile wipe away the darkness trying to take over, I tell him, "Well, you're not ugly."

I'm rewarded with much more than I bargained for. His bark of laughter is a beautiful sound that echoes around the room, but it gets supremely outshined by his large cock, already rock hard, jumping at the movement. Temptation wraps me up in her arms and sweeps me away as I wrap my hand around him.

His sputter cough at my touch makes my grin even wider. My fingers don't wrap around the width, and the mere thought of it being inside of me sends another shot of heat to my core.

"Zanthus," I plead breathlessly.

Immediately, I'm empty-handed as his head drops between my legs. He tosses them quickly over his shoulder, spreading them further as he leans in to get his first taste.

Holy hot merman tongue.

My eyes roll back in my head and one hand sinks into his blond hair as my other keeps me propped up. It would be easy enough to lie back and enjoy the feel of him, but call me a little voyeuristic because I want to watch. I love the animalistic expression he wears as his tongue dips inside. The desire to ride his face hits me hard, but I'd rather be riding something else.

Giving a sharp tug on his hair, I'm able to direct his face up to mine. A hand wraps around the back of my neck, angling my mouth just enough for him to plunder straight inside. Between the taste of us both on him, it's enough to drive me wild. I don't give him a chance to overthink it before grabbing his cock and guiding it to my entrance.

I'm so far caught up in the moment that I don't think about how long it's been since I've been with a man. Nor do I take into consideration how overly large he is. We both realize this at the same time when he starts to push inside.

Words drop from his lips, but they're in a foreign language.

"Tell me if I hurt you, and well stop, love," he tells me as his forehead drops to my shoulder.

I growl like a fucking animal and arch my hips off the bed, forcing him a few more inches in. What sounds like swear words in that language are hot against my chest as he pushes the rest of the way into me. We're both breathing hard. He must be fighting tooth and nail to keep from taking me like a hundred-year abstinent man would be. Me? I just need him to start moving.

He must sense my need, because his hips pull back slowly before he's pushing again. Every inch of him feels like he's awakening a thousand nerve endings. The pace is languid like he's enjoying nothing more than just the feel of being inside of me.

Just as I part my lips to beg him for more, the sound gets lodged in my throat and morphs into a squeak because he sits up while taking me with him.

Now on his ass, he helps me straddle his thighs, looking mighty pleased with himself.

This new angle does even more wicked yet welcome things to me, especially as he grabs both my hips and helps drive me down onto him. Letting my head fall forward, I use the angle to my advantage and nip the side of his neck before smoothing it over with my tongue. In reaction, he picks up the pace, having me gasping for air against him.

In a million years, I never would have thought I, Rubi Murphy, would be where I am and having sex with a merman on top of that. Curious wheels turn in my mind, and before I can stop it, I'm asking, "Can you have sex as a fish, too?"

Another boisterous laugh echoes around us and our pace slows long enough for Zanthus to comment, "Woman, is that where your head is right now? We could go find out."

I firmly shake my head, making him chuckle again.

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