Page 72 of The Merciless Don's Bride

Hard. Thick. Veins prominent. Tip flushed and already glistening with need.

She swallows, her gaze fixed, lips parting like she can already feel me inside of her.

I curl my fingers around the base, stroking myself slowly, just enough to tease us both, as I watch her squirm on the bed. Her thighs press together on instinct. Her nipples harden.

“You see what you do to me?” I ask, voice rough with restraint. “You’re not even touching me, and I’m already about to lose my mind.”

I step closer, still fisting my cock, still watching her. She’s spread out on the bed, breathing shallow, pupils blown wide. Her eyes flick between my face and my cock.

Then I stop in front of her, towering.

“On your knees.”

She moves fast, crawling to the edge of the bed like a good fucking girl.

She sinks to her knees in front of me, her eyes locked on my cock like she’s both intimidated and aching for it.

I grip the base and slide the head across her lips. She parts them eagerly, taking me in slowly at first, her tongue swirling around the tip like she’s trying to savor every inch.

But I’m thick, too thick for her pretty little mouth.

She struggles to take me deeper. Her lips stretch wide, jaw trembling. She gags around me as I slide further in, her throat tightening with every inch she swallows.

Her hands clutch my thighs, nails digging into my skin. And fuck, watching her struggle—trying to please me, trying to take what’s too much for her—nearly snaps the last thread of my control.

I fist her hair, fucking her pretty little mouth with my cock before forcing myself to stop watching her struggle to breathe. I gently tug her head back.

“That’s enough,bella,” I rasp, breath ragged.

I tilt her chin up, my voice dipping into something darker.

“Now… I’m going to ruin you. If it’s too much, tell daddy to stop.”

Her lips are swollen, her face flushed, but she smirks, “I’d like to see you try,” she whispers.

Is she fucking crazy? My cock is throbbing and she’s challenging me. Fuck how can I keep myself from breaking her.

I chuckle, low and dangerous.

“I dare you to say that again.”

She stares straight into my eyes, full of fire. “I’d like to see you try and ruin me.”

That’s it.

I grab her and throw her onto the bed roughly. She lets out a startled gasp, but before she can even catch her breath, I’m between her legs, lining up at her entrance.

And then I slam into her.

Hard. Deep.

She screams so fucking loud I’d be surprised if no one heard her. Raw, nothing but pure, unfiltered pleasure and I don’t stop.

I thrust into her again. And again. Long, fast, brutal strokes that shake the bed and force her cries louder with every push.

She screams my name over and over. Her nails rake down my back, her legs lock around my waist, and I don’t let up.

“You feel that?” I grunt, thrusting even harder. “That’s me claiming every fucking inch of you.”

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