Page 66 of Mercenary Princess

“I don’t,” she assured him as she freed her prize. He hadn’t worn anything beneath the slacks, which was very good. The pants were obstruction enough.

“Be sure, Sophia. I won’t pull out.” His heated gaze held a serious note. “I’m going to empty every last drop of come inside you if we do this.”

She groaned at his words. “Yes.” She was sure. She’d taken her pill religiously for years and wanted everything he offered her now.

He pulled her closer. “If you want it, guide it inside, Sophia.”

The moment she settled his cock at her opening, she was forced to suck in a deep breath. It felt so warm and good. The air between them grew thick with desire and lust. His jaw tightened, and she could tell he was holding back. Was he waiting for her to change her mind?

That was the last thing she wanted. She moved her hands to his shoulders, her eyes never leaving his as she sank down on his hot length. They groaned in unison. The sensation felt so wild, so much more incredible than it had been before. He filled her full, and she both wanted to move and wanted to stay that way forever.

“So fucking hot and wet.” He seemed to be having trouble with words, and she swore he’d spoken a mix of Russian and English.

She lifted her hips, and his hands moved from her back to grip her ass like she’d known he’d wanted to. He controlled her movements, lifting her up before slamming her hips down, forcing her to take all of him over and over. She circled her hips uncontrollably, her clit rubbing against him, until he bent her back to suck a nipple while grinding her clit just right. She screamed when the orgasm washed over her. Her pussy clenched around him as he growled into her swollen flesh.

When her climax finally eased, the look on his face was animalistic. He spun them so her back was flat on the couch, his body between her thighs. All she could hear was the beating of her own heart and the slick, wet sound of his possession.

He powered into her, hips flexing as he thrust hard and fast until he slammed deep and shouted her name. She felt him throbbing inside her, felt the warm jets of come filling her.

She gasped as her pussy continued contracting around him.

When their breathing started returning to normal, he rested his head against hers for a moment before slipping free and settling his muscled body on his knees between her thighs. His eyes blazed with such possessiveness that she wasn’t sure what to say. Her Russian didn’t look tame as he watched his come slowly spill from her. If anything, he looked very dangerous, as if his searing gaze were branding her. “Do you know what this does to me? Seeing your tight little pussy dripping with my come?”

Those words.

She felt more come slide from between her thighs and run down the crease as he watched. Viktor made a harsh noise that only fueled her own building need. Before she could take a breath, his thumb moved to caress her clit, and the single sweep nearly made her come undone all over again. Her back arched, and he made a sound of approval. His fingers toyed with her more before finally pushing inside. “Come again for me.” She was so close but didn’t want him to stop playing with her. She watched with rapt attention as his cock twitched to life between his open slacks. He didn’t seem to notice, as his focus was far too intent on thrusting his fingers inside her. His big hand twisted until he was hitting her just right, but he was moving too damned slowly.

Her hips arched, demanding more. What he was doing was somehow more erotic than she could have imagined.

When she finally came, it was with his eyes locked on hers, watching her come apart for him.

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