Page 77 of Merciless

“Nah, little dove, I can do so much better than that.”

It might be a dick-ish move, but I quickly shove my pants down before she can really think about what I mean, fully distracting her from the conversation at hand.

“Is that it?” she balks, although her attention on my dick doesn’t lessen.

“Oh no,” I murmur, wrapping my fingers around my shaft and lifting it up. “That’s not it.”

“Oh fuck.” She gasps, attempting to lean closer. “That’s—”

“Hot, right? Been told it feels fucking fantastic too. Each and every step of this ladder can take you to heaven, baby.”

“That line really get girls to jump on?” she asks skeptically.

“Nah, they’re no longer listening to what I’m saying.”

“Probably for the best, you do talk a lot of shit.”

“You don’t seem to have an issue with my mouth.”

“Could find a better use for it,” she counters.

“Oh, I’m sure. Don’t forget those rules, though,” I say, beginning to stroke myself.

“Julian, are you seriously—”

I groan as I squeeze the base of my dick.

“Do you know how fucking hard I came last night thinking of you down here finishing yourself off?” I ask.

No doubt Reid is upstairs watching us right now, but I can’t find it in me to care. He’s probably as hard as I am after what he’s done to her today. Motherfucker is probably jealous that I’m man enough to own my desire; whereas, he keeps running from his. Literally.

My lips twitch as I think about him flying off the end of that treadmill last night. Fucking pussy.

“Oh really?” she asks, her eyes locked on my dick.

“Fuck, yeah. Can’t stop thinking about it either. Your fingers and that naughty little piercing. So bad, Dove. So fucking bad.”

She grins like a devilish sinner as I continue.

“The second you slammed the door, I had my hand between my thighs,” she muses. “I was so wet.”

“Fuck, yeah. You were. You were gagging for it.” I groan, working myself harder.

She might be mostly unable to move, but it doesn’t stop her from spreading her thighs, letting me catch sight of her hidden gem.

“Fuck, Dove. Do you have any idea how badly I want to get on my knees right now and tug on that little diamond with my teeth?”

“I have a good idea. You won’t though.”

“Fuck.”

Fuck, she’s right too.

As hot as that might be. I know I can’t.

Not yet.

I need her begging. Her entire body trembling with need. Her pretty, pouty lips spilling all her dark and dirty secrets before I can even consider getting a taste of her.

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