Page 60 of Mercenary
“Yes. Though you’re much more intense in person,” she whispers. I feel her quiver against me, before she continues, “I like how you spread me open, and are ready to fill me up. It feels . . . right.”
Right. Jesus. I drag myself back, not sure what the fuck to make of the word.
“My God. I can feel that huge tip of yours sliding against me. Please, do it again.”
Motherfucker—I asked for this. I inch forward, then drag my cock backward. Then I almost completely lose it. I jerk my hips, surprising her as I burying myself a third of the way inside her sweetness.
“Holy shit,” she cries out.
“That’s it,” I say. “Dirtier.” I need her filthy words. Need to get things back in familiar territory, where I know what to do. Because in this instant, I’m pretty goddamn clueless. Digging deep, I act on pure instinct. Counting the seconds until she’s ready for more. Waiting for her subtle signal. Damn, she’s snug, her channel gripping me like a vise. I’m going to burst my seed if she doesn’t give me the green light. I bite her earlobe, making sure she’s on the same page.
“Are you okay?” she mumbles. “You stopped.”
“Waiting on you.”
“Oh. I’m good. More than good.”
I squeeze my eyes shut.
“But I ran out of filthy words,” she admits. “You feel . . . nice. Better than I imagined.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I’m ready for more, okay? So . . . just . . . do it. Take me.”
I pause, then slam home. All the way inside her until my balls slap against her ass. “Fuck!” I shout. Nothing compares to how my girl feels around me. Her warm channel squeezing me so tightly stars dance before my eyes.
“Again. Do it again.”
I withdraw and this time I slowly slide into her. Slow. Fast. It doesn’t matter. Because I swear to God, I’m about to come like some randy kid getting laid for the first time.
“You’re so big.”
I ease myself out, then thrust.
“So fucking big,” my girl says.
I grin like a fool. “That’s right. You like it?”
“Yes.”
I feel a sense of misplaced pride swell up inside me. Yeah, despite this screwed-up situation, I want it to be good for her. “Good. Now let’s make you love it.”
Withdrawing, I swirl the tip of my cock over her nub. Wetting her with our juices before I push my thumb up against her, raise my hips, then drive back home.
“Declan,” she cries out, digging her nails into my back. “Oh, oh.”
I grunt, and find my rhythm, withdrawing and thrusting, pressing her little button as I drive into her.
Madelyn writhes and moans. Her body warms beneath me. Her chest all the way to her neck flushes a pretty pink color. Her orgasm thundering up inside her. “That’s it. Come for me.”
My own climax is building so damn fast, my legs shake.
One pump. Two. And neither of us hit three, as I jerk, then stiffen and release my load with a growl.
Madelyn goes wild beneath me. Arching up, grabbing my ass to pull me down, scratching the shit out of my back.
Everything goes black. Like I passed out or got lost in the beginnings of a hailstorm. I can’t move. I don’t want to move. What I want is to stay here like this, with her pinned beneath me, and me buried inside of her sweetness.
