Page 98 of Make Out With A Merman

“Ryder,” she moans, writhing under my touch, “you’re mean.”

“Mean?” I raise an eyebrow, pausing to suck on the pulse point at her throat. “I thought you liked it when I was mean.”

“I do.” She tangles her fingers in my hair, pulling me back to her lips. “But I like it even more when you make good on your promises.”

“Always do,” I murmur against her mouth.

I take my time with her, working her up until she's quivering, just the way she likes. Callie's all breathy moans and little gasps, writhing under my touch like she can’t get enough.

“Ryder,” she breathes, tugging at my shoulders, “now. Please.”

"As you wish."

I nudge her thighs apart and slide my cock into her slowly, enjoying the way her lips part around a moan so long and deep it makes my ears ring. She swears, raking her nails down my back.

“Took your time getting there,” she gasps, squeezing around me. Her walls grip me tight, like she never wants to let me go.

I groan, resisting the urge to thrust into that delicious tightness. “Quiet, you.”

“No,” she says, gripping my biceps. “It’s always you setting the pace. I want”

“the student becomes the master?” I tease, but she pulls me flush against her, heat radiating from every point of contact.

“Something like that,” she whispers, rolling her hips until I’m buried to the hilt. I can feel everything, every twitch, every flutter of her muscles, her heart beating against mine. I kiss her, and she moans into my mouth, grinding against me until my thoughts scatter.

“Slow,” I manage as she pushes me onto my back, straddling me. Her red hair spills like fire over her shoulders, framing her face, flushed and eager.

“Oh yeah?” She moves with an intensity that steals my breath. “Think you can handle that?”

“Nope,” I breathe, but she’s already rocking against me, head thrown back in pleasure.

Then it’s just her. The feel of her wrapped around me. The smell of sweat and smoke and skin. The firelight casting shadows across her body, making her look like some kind of wild goddess, and I’m her willing sacrifice.

She bears down on me, palms flat on my chest as she rides my cock with everything she's got. She switches pace between achingly slow and breathtakingly fast.

I grip her hips tighter, just enjoying the ride, and the view of her tits bouncing over me.

I sit up slightly and take one of them into my mouth, licking and teasing at the nipple.

"Ryder," she whines, her careful pace quickly undone by the sensation.

I’m close already, fighting it with everything I’ve got.

“Callie,” I warn, gripping her hips as she grinds down, moaning my name, shuddering as she unravels first.

She comes hard, mouth stretched open and eyes shut tight. In here, during the off season, there's nothing to hold her back. She screams my name as wave after wave of pleasure overtakes her.

And then she keeps going.

It’s almost enough to send me over with her, but I barely hang on, thrusting my cock up to meet her rhythm until she comes again with a cry, fingernails digging into my chest. I follow her, spilling hot and deep, pulling her down to me in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue and promise.

The room falls still except for our ragged breaths, hearts pounding together. She collapses against me, boneless, sighing as I trace lazy patterns on her bare back.

"I used to think the off season was boring , too long," I admit quietly.

"And now?" Callie asks, a grin spreading across her freckled face.

I smile back. "It might just be my favorite part."