Page 3 of Broken Mercy
“What’s your name?” he murmurs in my ear, other hand trailing down to the clasp of my dress pants.
I should lie. I should stop before this goes too far.
I don’t do either.
“Talin. But you… can call me—“ His fingers are deft and skilled as he flips open my button, unzips my fly, and slides down over my panties, stroking my pussy with measured, practiced ease.
“I can call you thief. I can call you love, baby, darling. I can call you whatever you like.” He nips at my ear and chin, bites my lower lip, fingers slipping past my panties and finding my wet folds.
I moan into his mouth. What was I saying? Who fucking cares—that feels sogood. Pleasure explodes between my legs as the awareness of how wrong this is, how stupid I’m being, theimmense and wild risk we’re taking, it all works to turn this encounter into wrong-and-incredible bliss in my core.
Because of course I know who the Davis family is.
They supply the whole Baltimore underworld with weapons.
Which is why my family is here.
Brenden’s hand pulls my head back, making me lean onto my hands. His mouth devours my neck, my chest, flips my bra down briefly to suck one nipple hard. I moan as he drops to his knees and pulls my pants off, shoving my panties to the side?—
And finds my pussy with his mouth.
“Oh fuck what are you doing,” I say, not exactly a question because his tongue is all the answer I need, but this was very unexpected.
“Tasting you.” He licks me, lapping from top to bottom, hands cupping my ass and pulling me tight to his mouth. “Enjoying myself.”
“Oh my god, oh my god, ohfuck.” I grab onto his hair tightly. “We should stop.”
“Do you want to?”
“Not at all.”
“Then stick to moans.” His fingers slide into my pussy, two of them going deep. I arch, groaning, bliss exploding behind my eyes.
“Did you tell… me to be… quiet?!”
“I told you to moan for me, baby.” He sucks my clit in a way that makes me want to scream and I really do have to force myself to tone it down. “If you want to talk, I’m happy to listen.”
“What… should I say?”
“You can tell me how good it feels for my mouth to suck your pretty pussy.”
“Oh god…” I grind against his mouth, pressure building. I’ve never been talked to that way in my life.
“That’s right baby. You like this, don’t you?”
“Yes! I mean, yes, but I’ve never… done anything… like this… before!”
“I believe you. And I don’t give a fuck. You taste like honey and sin, and I want to watch you come for me.”
God damn it. He renews his efforts, fingers in deep, mouth sucking and licking my pussy, and there’s nothing I can do but give in to him. I sink into the feeling, lose myself in moans and panting. He reaches up with pussy-slick fingers and he shoves them in my mouth, arm between my tits, and I suck and lick myself off him as his mouth continues to probe and swirl and work my clit, and it’s so filthy, so wrong, so delicious and incredible, and it wrecks me.
“That’s right Tallie, come for me, baby.”
My triggers pull and I explode against his mouth. I arch my back, eyes rolling upward as the orgasm shatters me, muscles straining against the desk, toes curling and core clenched, and he’s unrelenting. He licks me clean and through it, and I’m gasping for air by the time I’m finished, ears ringing and black spots at the edge of my vision. I’ve never come so hard in my life.
He pulls back, running fingers around the stubble circling his mouth, and stands to gently pop them between my lips. I nibble and suck them, sweat dripping down my back and chest.
“That’s a good girl,” he says softly and steps back to admire me.
