Page 124 of Merciless Daddy

My mouth watered. Sal watched me looking at him.

“Still want me?” he asked.

I didn’t say a word, just wrapped my hand around him.

He was too thick for my fingers to meet. Heat pulsed against my palm. I stroked him slowly, watching his stomach tighten.

“Fuck,” he said under his breath.

The sound pleased me. I ran my thumb over the wet tip, then brought it to my tongue.

His fingers flexed in my hair.

I licked him again. Directly this time. Sal’s hips made a short, involuntary movement toward me before he locked them still.

“Don’t hold back,” I said.

His gaze met mine.

“You may regret that sentence.”

“I doubt it.”

I put my mouth around the head of his cock. The taste was salt and skin and him. His breath broke.

I took him deeper. Not all the way. He was too large, but I took every inch I could.

I used my hand where my mouth could not reach. Slow strokes. Wet pressure. My tongue moving over the underside.

Sal’s composure came apart in pieces. His jaw loosened. His head tipped back.

His hand tightened in my hair, then released at once as if afraid he had taken too much.

“Pull,” I said around him.

His eyes dropped to me.

“My hair.”

“Are you sure?”

I nodded.

His fingers closed again. Firm this time. The small bite of pain made heat rush between my thighs. I took him deeper. His groan filled the room.

That was what I wanted. I wanted this controlled man ruined enough to make noise.

I worked him faster. His thighs tightened beneath my hands. His cock grew harder in my mouth, the pulse stronger.

“Yelena.” My name came out rough. “Stop.”

I did.

Immediately.

The loss of him left my lips wet and swollen.

“Why did you stop me?”