Page 26 of Merciless Wager
I curled those thrusting fingers until she started to jerk against me. Bullseye! I found her spot, then I began to press, scrape, and rub it until her entire body was shaking. I kept bringing her to the edge, but never gave her the final nudge to push her over. At the sound of her frustration, I suspected she knew it, too. As I continued to finger her, I still kept applying pressure to her clit.
She was riding my face, soaking it with her arousal, but I needed her cum. With my free hand, I reached down to fist my shaft, which was already leaking precum. I used it to lube up my dick, grimacing each time my fingers brushed over the row of piercings of my Jacob’s ladder.
I couldn’t wait any longer to feel her tight heat wrapped around it, so I curled my fingers once more while latching onto her clit. She came within seconds.
“Zarren.... Zarren... Zarr...” and I smirked against her as my name fell from her lips like a chant.
“That's it, Belleza. Scream my fucking name in pleasure while you come all over my damn face.”
His command coupled with the pain he was delivering as those three fingers of his continued their inner assault on my walls, and his tongue on my clit. I let go as an incoherent sound broke free of me, and I could do nothing more than clutch the iron rail in my hand even tighter.
“That’s it, Bellezza. You taste so fucking good,” he rasped against my flesh while continuing to suckle my clit. And the vibration each time he spoke made me tremble more with pleasure.
I’d had oral sex with Drake, but he’d been more of a receiver than a giver. During those rare times it was reversed, he’d never made me come as hard as Zarren just had. I hated to even think about the louse, but it was difficult, as the only comparison I had was him.
Zarren’s tongue lapped at my flesh, but I continued to moan even as my legs cramped painfully from being held open so far for so long. Eventually, he removed his head from between my legs and stared up at me.
Our staring at one another was highly erotic. Seeing his chin glisten with my cum was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen in my life. He licked his lips with the same wicked tongue I’d just come all over before he slowly began to lower me back down to him.
When our faces were just inches apart, I could truly see how dark his eyes had gotten. Usually gray like a storm cloud, they were now pitch black. It reminded me of those tumultuous summer nights on my parents’ yacht. Thunderstorms had been frequent, but they never scared me. Not the sound of the rain or thunder, or wicked flashes of lightning. They comforted me, much like his ebony orbs were strangely doing right now.
I shivered involuntarily, then tensed the moment I felt his hard shaft twitch between us. Something felt different, and as he melded himself even tighter against me, the cold metal I felt began to make sense. He was pierced, and not the single tip kind that some men had. Judging by the row of metal, he had several.
“Zarren, I?—”
My words were cut off the moment he slammed his mouth against mine. It was just like a few minutes ago, only now I tasted myself on his tongue and lips. Sure, I’d tasted myself on either my own fingers or a toy or two in the past, but nothing like this.
His tongue plunged deep into my mouth, cutting off my air supply, before he started to choke me again. I never thought I’d enjoy the feel of someone’s hand tightening around my neck, especially during sex when I’d be more distracted, but here I was.
God help me, I want him to tighten his hand even more.
What the fuck’s wrong with me?
Has the lack of air cut off something in my brain?
It didn’t matter because he must’ve read my mind and tightened his grip, causing stars to explode in my sight. It wasas if he’d known where my thoughts had gone. Pleasure shot straight down to my core, and I was so focused on it that I didn’t even realize he’d lined his cock up against me. It was only when he tore his mouth from mine and thrust fully into me at once that I felt the pain.
“Christ,” I cried out, before hyperventilating when he paused.
“This pussy feels so much better than I’d ever imagined it would, Bellezza. Do you know what it feels like?” When I shook my head, he smirked at me, and it sent goosebumps rushing to the surface. “It feels likemine.”
That was an oxymoron considering he’d constantly reminded me that I’d one day be handed over to another and I’d be forced to marry and produce heirs. If so, where was this possessiveness coming from? I had little time to wonder because he pulled back out, then slammed roughly back into me.
“So full... I can’t?—”
“You can and you will. I’m going to fuck you so goddamned hard that you’ll feel every bit of my cock as it tears your pussy wide open.”
Damn! His words shouldn’t have made me even wetter.
Keeping the same firm grip on my neck, he pulled out, then slammed back into me a third time, which drew out another ragged cry. This time, he didn’t pause as he quickly started to pound into me. For someone who was on death’s doorstep not even twelve hours ago, he’d certainly recovered his strength and was using every bit of it to back up his promised words.
And I craved it all, and more.
I gripped his arms, then raised mine higher until I could wrap them around his neck. I felt like a wispy feather in a tornado, and that was essentially what he was. He’d torn into my life with the force and power of one as he’d wreaked havoc everywhere, but his actions had left me weightless as I was kept floating. At least until now.
In this moment, he was ripping more than just my pussy apart. He was tearing down my resistance, and the walls I’d erected since finding myself in his company, and it terrified me. The power he had over me in this short time was remarkable. It was also scary as fuck, but he fueled himself on my fear. I’d noticed it the first night, and it became even more prevalent now.
And just like a structure being ripped apart by the power and fury of a storm, I felt it all as he increased his speed and power, this time making me feel every painful second, especially from his piercings.
