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Page 7 of Bred By the Mercenary

In a whirl, he’s crouched between my legs, pulling my thong further to the side, and his mouth curls around my pussy.

Crying out, the pleasure is unbearable, the softness of his lips, the silkiness of his tongue lapping up my slick.

I glance down my body to where he’s staring up at me, this powerful, gorgeous stranger, with my pussy in his mouth. His eyes are hazed over like he’s floating away in a world of his own.

“You have no idea how good your mouth feels,” I murmur, running a hand through his hair.

He pulls away just enough to say, “Oh, you’re going to scream so loud when I thrust every inch of my fat cock into you. Will you like that?” I hear the grunt in his throat as if he’s struggling to hold back.

“Yes, please do it,” I breathe, rocking my hips toward him, needing him to never stop.

“Good, little dove. Now push my head into your pussy, force me. I wanna feel you all over my face.”

Nodding, I gasp for air. The moment his tongue licks at my wet pussy, I fist his hair and push him closer, holding him there. He groans, and I can tell he’s getting off on it.

He’s sucking my engorged clit, his fingers pumping into me. I’m holding him tightly between my thighs, riding him. Listening to his strangled grunt is more arousing than I thought possible.

With his relentless licking, sucking, and fingering, there’s only such much a girl can take when it comes to holding on. Especially when his fingers move rougher, quicker, and I can’t focus on anything else. The tempo of his devotion destroys me. My legs are shaking at the pressure he’s delivering.

“More, please,” I moan, holding him in place when the orgasm explodes through me. I tense all over, shaking and screaming.

He removes his fingers, and his mouth is on my entrance, his tongue pressing inside me, licking, flicking.

I never want to stop experiencing such ecstasy.

Writhing violently, I ride his face, coming harder than I ever have. It feels incredible, and paired with his tongue inside me and his fingers on my clit, I’m still coming. He’s going to kill me from the pleasure, the pressure. I let go of his head and put both hands on the table to stop myself from tumbling off.

Moments later, when I finally touch earth again, he comes up for air.

I’m breathless and haven’t been this elated in… forever.

His lips and chin are glistening, and he’s licking them with that long tongue. That grin returns as he reaches down to grope his cock over his pants.

“You are my favorite new nectar,” he says, staring at me with that piercing intensity. “Are you ready for me?”

“I’ve been ready since you saved me downstairs.” I smile widely, and he winks at me. My pussy flutters in response.

He pushes my legs wide open as he pulls at his zipper. I’m starved, desperate to see his cock, needing it inside me.

Suddenly, there’s a crackling sound coming from him, followed by a faint voice as if it’s coming over a walkie-talkie, but I can’t quite make out.

I freeze on the spot, unsure what I just heard.

Daxton freezes, then pulls back from me abruptly, tapping his right ear as if he’s listening to something—maybe a phone or some communications device. His gaze darts over the railing and back inside the mansion through the glass doors.

My head hurts, trying to make sense of his behavior.

“What’s going on? Is everything alright?” I ask, a mix of worry and fear twisting my insides as I fix my panties and hop down from the table. The sudden shift in his demeanor has me reeling.

Is this his way of getting out of being with me any longer?

“I have an urgent call,” he says tersely. His lips press into a tight line as he does up his pants.

Frustration bubbles up inside me as I watch him. After my night, I can’t help but doubt everything. I mean, it’s a hard push that such a hunk wants me in the first place, but now to pull this stunt!

“Listen, Daxton, if that’s even your name, if you don’t want to be with me, that’s fine, but don’t make up some big thing to get away from me.”

He swings his attention back to me, eyes narrowing on me, and in a few swift steps, he’s in front of me, cupping the side of my face with his huge palm.




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