Page 34 of Merciless Wager
“Fuck, I love your goddamned mouth,” I groaned as I slowly pulled out, then thrust back inside.
She tongued my shaft, wrapping it around the piercings lining the large vein on the underside of my cock. At first, she was tentative, as if she wasn’t quite sure what to do, which again made me realize her ex was an idiot. With a mouth and pussy like hers, I would’ve been inside of her one way or another all of the time.
She tried her best to deepthroat me, but it wasn’t quite enough. I’d wanted to come down her throat since the night I’dmet her. Hell, maybe even before that. During my investigation of her, I might’ve jacked off once or twice to the thought of breaking her like a damn China doll.
And I still wanted to break her. Much like she was breaking me. I’d barely been able to keep my mind on the task at hand last night when with Kingston and Cillian. The two bastards we were after had died, but with no help from me. I’d been too preoccupied with exactly what was going on right now.
I ran one hand through her hair again, then wrapped the blonde silk around my wrist. After pulling her head all the way back, her mouth naturally widened. As soon as it did, I began to thrust hard and fast, making sure to slam against her throat each time.
“Just a little bit longer, Bellezza. Make me come, and I’ll bring you to multiple orgasms,” I vowed as I dropped my head back and picked up the speed and intensity. She had now adjusted, and each time she swallowed down on the crown, it sent burning fire down my pierced shaft. “Just like that... Fuck!!!”
A few more thrusts were all it took, and I groaned out the moment I climaxed. I came hard and fast, but she swallowed it without me even having to tell her. It was as if she was used to this, which served as a reminder.
Someone had touched her before me...
Someone had made her throat constrict around their cock...
Someone had made her come around their cock, too.
Thoughts of her with Drake were now eating at me, so I swiftly pulled out to distract myself.
No matter who was here before me, you’ll be ruined for all after me.
I collected the few errant drops of my cum that escaped when I pulled out, then painted her lips with them. “Damn, Bellezza. Your mouth was made to suck me off.”
Her eyes were now a bit glassy as she stared up at me. Those lips of hers were swollen, and her cheeks all flushed. She looked well fucked already, and after nothing more than a blow job. Keeping her in that same spot, I quickly grabbed my cell phone from my pocket. The flash from my picture brought her out of her gaze, and her eyes suddenly narrowed.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Tsk tsk,” I said. “Such language coming from sweet little lips, but if you must know...” I paused long enough to swipe my thumb over her bottom lip again. “I want to remember this moment, especially during times when I need to remind you that you belong to me now.”
“I’m my own person. I don’t belong to?—”
“Shhh,” I said to her as I stroked the side of her face. “To show you that I’m a man of my word, and one given while you choked so beautifully on my cock, I’m going to make you come twice before I fuck you.”
“I don’t want?—”
“Such a gorgeous fucking liar,” I said before moving my hand to her chin, then roughly gripping it. Something flared in her eyes as her lips parted. “I know how much you enjoy trying my patience and my sanity, but sometimes it’s better to know when to shut the fuck up. That time is now, Bellezza.”
Before she could say anything else, I swept her up into my arms, then dropped her down onto the backless part of the sectional. Aurora quickly tried moving away, but I grabbed those long legs of hers, then tugged her closer to me. Her panties tore in a flash before I had her long legs spread apart as I crawled between them.
Any and all words were cut short the moment he buried his head between my thighs. At the first touch of his tongue on my sensitive flesh, I cried out his name. “Zarren!”
His response wasn’t verbal, but it was one nonetheless as he kissed his way to my inner thigh and nipped on it. The pain from his bite made me cry out and tense up at the same time. I was never a verbal lover, and I’d certainly never gotten off on pain.
I’d also never truly gotten off when with another.
Drake was pleasant enough, but it was kind of like a balmy afternoon with calm skies, while being with Zarren was the complete opposite. He infuriated me... Challenged me... Angered me... Excited me... Aroused me... And he was like a stormy day at the beach. From those dark clouded eyes of his to his touch that kept me off center as I barely treaded water.
He always made me feel as if I was being thrown about in the waves. He’d come into my life and torn it all apart, and as his mouth returned to my clit and he sucked it inside, I knew nothing that happened once I left here would ever compare to, or make me forget, what he made me feel.
“Who’s this pussy wet for, Bellezza?” he rasped against my flesh, and the slight rumble sent vibrations rushing through me.
“You, Zarren. It’s only wet for you.”
There was no need to fight him anymore tonight. I’d known before the game that he wouldn’t let me leave, but the minuscule amount of hope had made me want to believe. I’d needed the delusion, and now I needed a distraction as the truth hit me squarely in the face once more.
“Fuck,” I cried when he probed my entrance with two long fingers, then slipped them inside of me. I immediately felt my walls tighten down around him with no effort on my part. My body already knew what my mind was fighting to accept.
