Page 31 of Mercy (The Sins Trilogy 3)
He palms a breast. His hand feels so damn good on me, I almost whimper. “Eternity.”
I rock against him. God, he’s already so hard and thick. My pussy clenches in blissful anticipation.
“I need to get you ready, make it good for you.”
Feral lust leaves its mark on him. Flushed cheeks. Roughened, shallow breathing. Eyes so dilated they’re more black than green.
Normally I’d enjoy the foreplay, the lavish sexual teasing before he finally buries his cock inside me. But right now, I’m beyond that. A beggar who hasn’t eaten in ages, and him my feast. “I don’t think I can get any wetter.”
I take his hand and push it under my skirt. When his palm connects with my heated flesh, I cry out.
“You’re soaked.” He fingers me through the thin fabric of my underwear, making my clit throb until the sensation’s almost painful.
“Told you.” I look deeply into his eyes, dropping all my shields so he knows how much I want him. “Don’t make me wait any more.”
Shamelessly, I perch on an armrest of one of the couches and pull my skirt up. Tony drags my panties down my legs and takes out his cock. We don’t bother to fully undress, desperate urgency driving us.
The tip glistens with precum. I lick my lips. I want a taste of that—of his desire for me.
But right now, I want to feel him inside me more. I want us to be connected at the most fundamental, basic level.
I spread my thighs wide. “Now.”
His big, strong hands holding my pelvis, he pushes into me, the stroke long and hard. He stretches me, inch by inch, filling me to the extreme, the invasion delicious and hot. My toes curl, and I grip his arms, my fingers digging into him.
“More,” I demand, my whole body burning with sensation, greedy for him.
And he gives me more and all of himself, driving into me like a man who’s finally found what he’s been searching for all his life.
I give him all of myself, too. Utterly open. Utterly vulnerable.
The hot friction of our bodies builds, swelling greater and greater, like a huge tsunami coming to swallow us whole. When it breaks, and a climax rushes over me, I take him with me to the peak of bliss, where we merge our ragged souls.
