Page 146 of Merciless
“Yeah. That’s kinda the idea.” His eyes flash with wicked intent as his signature cocky smirk spreads across his lips.
Leaning down, he steals my lips in a wet and filthy kiss that I feel all the way down to my toes as he slowly begins to increase his speed again.
Before long, I have to break our kiss to suck in deep lungfuls of air. But he only allows that for a few seconds before his grip on my throat tightens again.
“Oh God,” I cry as he presses hard enough to cut off my air supply as he sits back, giving me the most perfect view of his abs tensing as he thrusts into me with abandon.
“You feel so good, Dove. You're squeezing me so tight. So fucking perfect,” he praises. “You take my cock like such a good girl.”
His words should turn me off. I’ve heard them so many times in my life, but they don’t.
The opposite in fact. They flip some kind of switch in me that craves the pain, the darkness, the pure filth that I know JD is capable of delivering.
“Harder,” I beg, barely able to force the plea past my lips.
He hears it though, and boy, does he deliver.
His skin glistens with sweat as he thrusts into me, hitting me incredibly deep, making my head spin every single time as his fingers tighten around my throat.
Black spots dance in my vision and my eyes water as my release surges forward.
“That’s it, little dove. You’re doing so good.”
A noise that’s somewhere between a cry and a whimper spills from my lips as more tears slip from my eyes.
My entire body trembles as a powerful release approaches.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. I’m gonna fill you up so good, Dove. You want it?” I’ve no idea if I nod or agree in any way, I’m too far gone. All I do know is that he doesn’t stop.
Sweat covers every inch of my body as I tremble violently. My head spins, the approaching pleasure all-consuming after waiting for it for so long. I might have given myself a few orgasms down here, but they’ve all been unfulfilling. Especially when I know the two men who live in this house could give me something so much better.
“That’s it, little dove. Let go. Come for me.” JD’s voice sounds a million miles away, despite the fact I know he’s right there. I can see him, feel him, but everything seems distant.
Just like in that other cell before Reid scooped me up off the floor. It’s like some weird out-of-body experience that I’m watching instead of experiencing.
But then JD presses his thumb against my clit and grinds his hips and… I. Am. Fucking. Gone.
Pleasure like I’ve never experienced before crashes into me, swallowing me whole and refusing to release me from its grip.
My body trembles violently as wave after wave assaults me.
Everything goes dark, despite having my eyes open.
JD’s roar just hits my ears before blackness comes.
* * *
I wake up crying. No, sobbing.
Loud, gut-wrenching sobs rip from my throat as tears spill from my lashes.
My body continues to tremble, utterly spent but instead of burning up, I’m freezing.
“JD?”
“I’m right here, little dove,” he whispers before I’m rolled onto my side and engulfed by a wall of heat. A strong, inked arm snakes around my waist, his hand between my shoulder blades, holding me tight.
My sobs get louder, my body trembling uncontrollably, so hard my teeth chatter.