Page 144 of Merciless

“Julian,” I scream when he presses his thumb against my clit.

But it’s gone as soon as it appears, leaving me gasping for air.

“Please, I need—”

“Shhh, little dove. I know exactly what you need.”

He tugs harder, and this time, the toy slides out, leaving me empty and desperate.

“I swear to God, if you don’t—”

My threat is cut off when the heat of his breath rushes over my sensitive skin.

And then he’s right there. My eyes roll back in my head as his tongue licks up the length of my pussy to my clit before he zeros in on that little bundle of nerves as if he needs it to survive.

Forgetting about his orders, my fingers sink into his hair, desperately trying to get him closer.

“Arms above your head, Dove. Or I stop,” he warns darkly, his deep voice vibrating through me.

Doing as I’m told, I grip the bar again, arching my back and shamelessly offering myself up to him.

“So fucking hot.” He groans, as he presses my thighs wider and returns to my pussy.

“Holy fuck,” I scream when he sucks on me.

There is nothing gentle about the way he eats me. And. I. Am. Fucking. Here. For. It.

He’s tongue and teeth, licking, sucking, biting. It’s everything.

Every-fucking-thing.

And only goes to prove that the rumors I’ve heard are true.

Julian Dempsey knows how to eat pussy.

My grip on the bar behind my head tightens, my fingers cramping as he works me toward the release I’m so desperate for.

“OH MY GOD,” I scream when he plunges two fingers inside me, stretching me open and finding the spot the vibrator only managed a couple of times. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Right there. Right fucking th— NOOOOOOO.”

I kick my legs like a petulant toddler when he removes all contact and sits up.

“Ow, what the fuck, Dove?” He grunts when my foot collides with the side of his head.

“Don’t stop. Please. I’m gonna die if you don’t finish me,” I warn.

His amused chuckle does little for my irritation.

“It’s not fucking funny,” I snap, more than ready to cause him more bodily harm if necessary.

“As if I could stop now even if I wanted to,” he confesses, his eyes locked on mine, so I can see the seriousness behind those words.His mouth is glistening with my juices and his lips are swollen from my kisses. He’s never looked hotter.

“JD,” I breathe when he reaches for his sweats and pulls something else from the pocket.

My eyes widen when he holds the silver packet between us.

“Oh,” I breathe, my core clenching, desperate to have him inside me.

“Did you plan this or was it wishful thinking?” I whisper as he rips the packet open with his teeth.