Page 54 of Merciless King

“Then I undo your jeans.” She popped the button and slid down the zipper. “And drop to my knees in front of you.”

I struggled to breathe as she did that now. Dropping to her knees and staring up at me, innocence and need combined in her gorgeous eyes. “The thought of making you feel good that way, of making you come with my mouth, made me…”

“What, London, what did it make you?” I all but snarled, voice hoarse with lust.

She placed her hand over the rigid length of my cock, over my boxer briefs, and curled her fingers around me. “Hot and…wet.” She tugged down the front of my boxers and my dick sprang free. Her eyes lifted to mine. “Do you think the real thing would be just as exciting?” she whispered, looking so turned on I knew her pussy was already wet and throbbing.

“Why don’t you try it and see?” I said in a voice that couldn’t have been mine.

Her fingers curled around me again, no barrier this time, and she leaned in, her tongue darting out. She licked the head of my cock, and my knees nearly buckled. She did it again, just that, and those two innocent little licks had me close to blowing.

She made a little mmm sound then dragged her tongue more forcefully along the underside. I reached back, hanging onto the tree behind me so I didn’t drop to my ass, and thrust my other hand in her hair, my fingers tangling in her dark locks. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she worshiped my cock with her tongue, still tentative but gaining confidence by the second.

“You’re killing me, sweetheart.”

She tilted her head back. “Do you like it? Am I doing it right?”

I nodded and gritted out, “You could cup my balls when you suck me. Gently roll them in your hand.”

Her lips parted and her eyes got brighter. She did as I asked, one hand cupping my drawn-up balls. Fisting my dick with the other, she sucked the tip into the wet heat of her mouth.

Fuck.

Her hand gently massaged my balls, just like I’d asked. She kept it up as she sucked me deeper and started moving faster. The fingers of her other hand stayed locked around the base of my cock and she started to stroke in time with her mouth. I wasn’t going to last long. My balls were already tight and throbbing, the base of my spine tingling.

Then she did an experimental swirl with her tongue around the swollen head, looking up to me as she did it, and I was toast.

“Gonna come, London,” I said in warning.

But she didn’t pull away. She worked me harder, faster. I tightened my fingers in her hair and fought not to thrust into her mouth.

“Fuck me,” I gritted out and barked a rough sound as I shot into her sexy-as-fuck mouth.

She blinked up at me, eyes watering, throat working as she continued to suck me, and yeah, I’d never seen anything hotter in my life. When she swallowed down the last of me and released my cock, I pulled her to her feet, my dick still blowing in the breeze, and shoved my hand down the front of her pants.

She was so wet, so damn hot. I slammed my mouth down on hers as I shoved my fingers inside her, thrusting into her hard and fast. The hike back was too long to leave her wanting until we got to the cabin. This would tide us both over until I got her there.

Her hips moved with my hand, grinding into it, working herself against me, taking what she needed. Her hand dropped to my lower back, then she grabbed my bare ass. Her fingers dug in as she cried out, as she started coming around my fingers, hips rolling, cries echoing around us. She dropped her head against my chest, trembling against me.

When she finally lifted her head, I kissed her again. Fuck, she was beautiful.

“I want you in a bed where I can fuck you properly,” I said.

“Okay,” she said breathlessly.

We didn’t say much as we straightened our clothes.

Wordlessly, I took her hand and we headed back to the cabin.

I realized then that I never wanted this to end. I wanted to keep her here, safe.

All mine.

13

London

It was dusk and the insects were coming out for the night, their combined sounds almost deafening but also somehow soothing. I stared out into the forest. I liked this place. A lot. Here I didn’t have to think about what came next, what was waiting for me at home.