Page 76 of The Merger
“Settle down.” He struts back in the room—sans briefs. “Don’t waste all of your energy yet.”
He stops at the foot of the bed beneath an overhead light that gives me a clear, unobstructed view ofall of him.
I hiss a breath as my eyes feast on his cock.
It sticks out in front of him, the swollen head nearly reaching his navel. The shaft is thick, and I imagine wrapping my mouth around it. I can almost taste the saltiness of his cum.
“Please tell me you’re going to fuck me,” I plead.
He shrugs. “I might.”
“You might?” My eyes nearly fall out of my head. “You better be kidding.”
“Let’s see how wet you are.”
I drop my knees to the side, opening myself up for him. He chuckles quietly while getting into position between my legs. The sight of him framed between my thighs makes me whimper and I know, without a doubt, I’ll never recover from this night.Please don’t let this be a one and done.
He blows a breath across my swollen nub, before dragging a finger through my slit. I moan and do my best to encourage more. Gannon, though, refuses.
My emotions are all over the place as desire, frustration, and a heightened sense of excitement war inside me. I’ve never seen this side of Gannon before. He’s alive, teasing, amused. He’s actually enjoying himself and that makes this even better.
“Admit it,” he says, his eyes never leaving mine. “You’ve been soaked like this for days.”
I wince at the throb between my legs. “How is this not as painful for you as it is for me?”
“Oh, it hurts me, too. But I’m used to it. Every time I see you, my balls ache.”
“Oh, God.”
I suck in a hasty breath as his tongue parts my pussy. My hips tilt automatically, giving him better access. I try to push against his face, desperate for more, but the fabric binding me to the headboard refuses me that luxury.
“I’ve dreamed of this little pussy,” he says, shoving a finger inside me. “You have no fucking idea how many nights I’ve held my cock in my hand and imagined it was your mouth sliding over it.”
My eyes squeeze closed, absorbing the pleasure of him adding another finger.
“I wonder if it’s as many nights as I’ve gone to bed fucking myself with a vibrator, pretending it was you.”
“Fucking hell, Carys.”
“Harder.Please,” I beg, the intense longing for an orgasm overtaking me.
“Like this?”
He thrusts his fingers deep inside me, twisting and pulling them out. Over and over, he continues this motion, building me closer and closer to my climax. My breaths go shallow as I brace for impact.
“Okay,” he says, pulling away. “That was enough.”
My head lifts off the bed with my mouth agape. “What the fuck are you doing?”
He smirks, running his tongue along his bottom lip. “Just having some fun.”
“I hate you.”
“You’ve said that before, yet here you are.”
Frantic, I pull my hands but it’s no use.
“Eyes on me,” he says, backing off the bed. “If you look away, it will only get worse for you.”
