Page 91 of Mercenary
Not. At. All.
“Fuck,” I say.
“That’s the intention,” she sweetly replies.
Jesus. “Pull you panties to the side so I can see your pussy.”
She gasps and looks up at me, wide-eyed and innocent.
Not for long.
“I say, you do. Now jump to it,” I remind her of the deal we made.
Her chest rises as she sucks in courageous breath. She runs her left hand down over her breast, down her taut abdomen to skim the top of the thin material covering her pussy. With her fingers stretched flat, she traces a line over that sexy landing strip hidden beneath her underwear. Up and down, she rubs her mound like she’s readying herself for me.
“Show me.”
She hooks two fingers into the elastic and tugs the material aside. Her lips are swollen and moist. I tighten my fingers over my thigh, battling for control.
I need to get deep inside her, as deep as I can go.
“Finger yourself.”
She moves her free hand between her thighs and moans as she works one lucky digit into her tight channel. My erection swells but I firmly fix my hands on my thighs. This is about making her slick with want and prepared for the fucking she’s about to receive.
“Show me your finger,” I murmur, hoarsely.
Withdrawing her hand, she holds up her moist digit.
“Come here.”
She steps forward until her legs connect with mine. I take her hand, lift it high and to my mouth. Her eyes flash with awareness as I take her finger inside my mouth and suck her sweet juices off her.
“Oh. My. God.”
My lips twitch. I release her hand. “Tastes like you’re ready for me.”
She shakes her head, and whispers, “I can’t imagine the day I’ll ever be fully ready for you.”
The day. As in . . . the future. Our future.
Goddamn it. I feel like howling at the blistering, unforgiving sun.
I’m a man of action, not reaction. Quick as can be, I reach out and snag my fingers into the side of her panties and with a rough jerk, rip them straight off of her. She gasps, but I’ve reached my breaking point. “Straddle my lap,” I bark out.
She stiffens at my tone but then, God love her, kicks her torn underwear aside, climbs up and over my lap, and with one hand braced on my shoulder to steady herself, takes my cock into the tight grip of her other hand.
I feel her wetness on the tip of me, before all mighty fucking hell breaks loose as she guides me into her body and bears down on me until I’m fully seated inside her.
It’s me who sees fucking stars. And her . . . and the look of pure bliss spreading across her beautiful face.
“Is it always like this?” she asks me, her tone raw, her question familiar.
“Never.”
I plant my feet on the wooden floorboards of the porch and push, rocking the chair back and forth, rocking my cock back and forth inside her.
“You do that again,” she groans, “and I’m going to come.”
