Page 151 of Merciless

“Yeah?” she asks, those shadows finally lifting from her eyes as she expertly works my dick like she’s spent her life studying my instruction manual.

“Yeah. Bet this is better,” she says before shifting so she can drag the head of my cock through her juices.

“Jesus, you’re so wet for me.” I groan when she teases both of us, pushing me just inside her.

“You’ve teased me for days and left me hanging every single time. What did you expect?”

“Fuck. I know. I’m sorry. Delayed gratification?” I suggest with a smirk.

“More like you’re dick-whipped by Reid and did what you were told like a good little boy.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Sorry to burst that little fantasy you’ve got going on there, Dove. But there has never been, nor will there ever be, any dick-whipping going on under this roof.”

“But maybe outside?” she asks, without missing a beat.

“Trouble. You are such trouble.”

And to prove me right, she jerks her hips forward and sinks straight down on my length.

“Condom,” I blurt as the heat and sensation of her pussy swallowing me whole makes my head spin.

“I’m clean,” she says, leaning on her palms, mimicking my position and allowing her to slowly fuck me.

Fuck, if the sight of her taking what she needs from me isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“You can trust me. I swear, I’m not actually that much of a whore.”

“I believe you. I just… I don’t—” I cut myself off. We don’t need to get into my issues right now. Hers are more than enough to deal with.

“I know what I said. About Kane. But it wasn’t… I can’t—”

“Fuck. It feels too fucking good to argue.”

“I’ve never— Shit.” She rolls her hips with me as deep inside her as this position will go and I lose my fucking mind.

“I’ll take any first you’ve got.”

“Fuck yeah. I really fucking hope the cameras are still rolling because I’m going to need to watch this back later.”

“Dog.”

“Loud and proud, baby.”

She laughs, but the second I jerk my hips up, grazing her G-spot, her head falls back, and her back arches, thrusting her incredible tits up in the air.

Taking my weight on one palm, I reach out with the other, sliding my hand up her stomach until I cup one of her breasts, squeezing it hard enough to make her moan like the dirty girl that she is.

“Oh, my little dove likes that, doesn’t she?” I muse when she strangles my cock. “You take the other one. I want to watch.”

She doesn’t miss a beat. I’m desperate to take her piercing between my fingers and twist and pull it, making her howl with pleasure. But I know I can’t. Not yet, anyway.

One day soon I’m going to go to town on those bad boys and make her come just from them alone. It’s a little promise I’ve made myself.

“Julian,” she cries as we both squeeze her breasts again.

“Fuck. I’m pretty sure your pussy was made for me.”

Her head falls back again, and I hate it.

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