Page 51 of Merciless King

I took in his beautiful big body stretched out on the mattress and shivered. I wanted nothing more than to “climb on” but I was still new at this whole sex thing. What if I embarrassed myself or did something wrong?

No regrets. No holding back.

“You trying to torture me over here?” he said, voice strained. His gaze fixed on my breasts then slid down to the apex of my thighs.

I shivered again, so hot and achy I thought if I squeezed my thighs together again I might actually come. I crawled over and straddled his hips. I knew my face was on fire, but I wanted to do this, share this with him. “I’ve never done this before—been on top, I mean. How do I…”

“Take me inside this sweet-as-fuck little body of yours and move, London. That’s it. Do what feels good. I guarantee I’m going to like whatever you do.”

His hand slid down between us and he fisted his cock, the head pressing against my entrance. I nodded and, resting my hands on his chest, slowly sank down, gasping as he stretched me wider, filling me. I sank down a little, inch by slow inch. I’d had him inside me before, but in this position I needed to keep pausing to allow myself to adjust before taking more of him.

My lips parted, breath escaping in a rush when I took another inch inside me. It didn’t hurt, but it was a lot and I wasn’t sure what to do with the overwhelming sensations bombarding me.

Van massaged my hips, eyes glittering and so hot I felt scorched from them.

I eased down more until I had all of him inside me.

Van was panting, color slashing his sharp cheekbones. “Fuck,” he bit out. “You feel so good, London. Now roll your hips. Move them however it feels good. Use me to get yourself off.”

While he was still planted deep inside me, I swiveled my hips experimentally and moaned. “That felt…” I did it again. “Oh yeah, that feels nice.” Very nice.

Van hissed, his hands still on my hips, fingers gripping my flesh. “Yeah, it does. Keep going, sweetheart.”

I started to roll my hips so I could feel the length of his cock moving inside me. Yep, what I was feeling went from very nice to amazing in minutes.

I planted my hands more firmly on his chest and rolled my hips deeper. Oh yeah, the heavy weight of his cock moving inside me felt fantastic. I wanted more so I increased my pace.

In minutes the shyness had evaporated. All I cared about was the pleasure I was feeling. I leaned forward a little more and moaned when my clit ground against the base of Van’s cock, giving it the friction it needed. And when I tilted my hips a little more, the head of his cock found that place inside me that had me gasping for breath.

Now I was feeling it inside and out and I started moving faster, more urgently, grinding against him, my orgasm rushing up on me.

The sounds of our bodies slapping filled the room. I was wet, so wet if I wasn’t on the verge of the best orgasm of my life I might even have been embarrassed about it. Right then I didn’t care one bit. My breasts felt swollen and my nipples tight, so I reached up with one hand and played with one of my breasts, gently squeezing my nipple, and cried out.

Van stared up at me, expression fierce. I must look like a wild woman, my hair everywhere, my face flushed, the sounds I was making. I felt like a wild woman.

“Jesus,” Van bit out. “That’s it, baby. Oh fuck, yeah, that’s it. Fuck me, London. Use me. Get yourself off.”

“I’m…oh God…I’m nearly there,” I all but sobbed.

“Show me,” Van growled. “Give it to me.”

That growl in his voice moved right through me. I planted both hands back on Van’s chest and slammed down, keeping him planted deep and grinding against him. Then I was coming in a way I never had before. My whole body shook, almost jerking against him. Van wrapped his arms around me, one at my nape, the other on my butt, and he pulled me down, mouth attacking mine in a brutal kiss that left me breathless while he thrust up into me, riding me through it.

I felt him swell inside me then he was groaning into my mouth and we were feeding each other our cries and gasps and moans of pleasure as we came together.

I collapsed against him. I didn’t think I could move if I tried.

Van held me tight against him.

I think I dozed off a couple of times, and every time I woke, I felt one of Van’s big warm rough-skinned hands moving over me, stroking my hair, my thigh, gliding up and down my spine, my butt. I marveled at the silence of this place. Birds, insects, and the rustle of leaves in the breeze were all I could hear.

I should probably get off him.

I stayed where I was.

“It’s been so long since I left the city, I forgot what real silence was like,” I said and lifted my head, resting my chin on my hands. “It’s nice.”

Van’s eyelids were at half-mast. He looked relaxed, sated. Gorgeous. He tucked my hair behind my ear. “It’s been a while for me as well. I forgot how much I love it out here.”