Page 37 of The Merger

“You don’t know what you’re asking. I’m demanding. I want to use you for my pleasure, and make you come so hard you’ll beg me to stop. I won’t though. I’ll make you drop to your knees and suck me off. Use you like my personal whore and make you love it.”

No one had ever talked to me like this. I’d dated a slew of nice guys who treated me like glass. Not one of them saw beneath my sweater sets and pencil skirts to the woman inside who craved a man’s dominance. I must have whimpered because the tension left his face.

“You like that, don’t you, Sunshine?”

I nodded.

He stood up again and let his sweatpants fall to the floor. “Do it now. Get on your knees and relieve me of five years of wanting you. I want to take my time with you, but I’ve been without for too long.”

I rose on shaky legs and dropped to my knees. My hand closed around his shaft, and I wondered how he’d fit. He was thick enough that my fingers couldn’t close around his width.

Flicking my tongue out, I teased the tip as I worked my hand up and down. He fisted my hair and pushed my mouth down. His eyes issued a challenge to take all of him, and I felt myself grow wet as he pushed forcefully past my lips.

Stryker set a punishing rhythm as he fucked my mouth. He watched my face to gauge my willingness but otherwise didn’t ask for permission.

“Breathe through your nose and open your throat.”

I’d never deep-throated a guy before, but the idea of him taking me this way made my sex clench.

He hit the back of my throat and I fought not to gag. Tears streamed down my face while I struggled to keep up with him.

His head fell back as I was finally able to take him all the way. I started to tense up as I fought the urge to breathe, but before I panicked he pulled out allowing me to gulp down a breath.

He started a predictable pattern of thrusting and retreating. I relaxed and gave myself over to him, trusting him more than I’d ever trusted a man.

“Good girl,” he cooed. He became wild as I felt him grow even more. I bobbed my head to send him over the edge, sensing he was about to come.

“Swallow every drop,” he demanded and watched my face.

I hummed my agreement, and his hand in my hair shoved me down one more time as he came down my throat. That was another thing I’d never done before, but I didn’t find it as repulsive as I’d always imagined.

His hand let go of my hair and he slipped from my mouth. Stumbling back, he dropped down on the bed and threw his arm over his eyes as his body trembled with the aftershocks of his release.

I took the chance to wipe the tears from my face and clean the saliva from my chin the best I could.

He reached his other hand out to me, and I took it. I expected him to pull me up to cuddle, but once he had me near him he rolled over and took my nipple into his mouth.

I squirmed under his attention, the pulsing in my core the only thought in my head. His hand slipped down my stomach and in between my legs.

“So wet,” he said against my skin. “How many times can I make you come before you beg me to stop?”

I remained silent because I had no idea how many times, but I got the sense I was about to find out.

“Let’s see how greedy this pussy is, shall we?”

He plunged one thick finger inside of me, and my back arched off the bed. It had been so long since I’d been touched, and I wasn’t good at getting myself off. Part of my brain never fully let myself go enough on my own. I was always too aware that it was my own fingers touching me to give in to a fantasy.

“So tight. I can’t wait to fuck you and hear you scream. Are you on birth control?”

“Yes,” I gasped as his thumb started working my clit in time with his finger.

“Good, because when I take you there will be nothing between us. Nothing will come between us ever again.”

He pulled out his finger only to shove in two. After a few pumps, he added a third finger and I tossed my head back on a moan. They hooked inside of me stroking my G-spot and my entire body began to shake as an orgasm slammed into me.

He chuckled. “That’s one.”

It took my brain a minute to shove through the haze to realize he really did plan to count my orgasms. Not that I wanted to argue with what seemed like a solid plan, but any words I might have said disappeared on a moan as his hot breath hit my center and he sucked my clit into his mouth. His hands pushed my legs aside, and he ate me like it was his life’s mission.