Page 127 of Merciless Daddy

“Accurate.”

He worked that spot slowly while his thumb circled my clitoris.

Pleasure gathered low and tight. I could hear how wet I was around his fingers. The sound should have embarrassed me. Instead, it made me ache harder.

“Sal.”

“I have you.”

The words struck someplace deeper than his fingers did.

My body tightened. Then he withdrew.

I opened my eyes.

“No.”

His mouth kissed my inner thigh. My protest died. He moved closer. His shoulders spread my legs wider. His breath touched my wet skin.

“I want to taste you.” He sounded like an animal. Desperate. Fierce.

“Yes, please.”

His tongue found me.

The first stroke broke a cry from my throat.

Sal held my hips and licked slowly, learning me with the same brutal patience he applied to everything. Flat pressure over my clitoris. Then the tip of his tongue circling. His mouth closing around the swollen point and sucking gently.

I tangled both hands in his hair.

He groaned against me.

The vibration pushed pleasure through my belly.

“More.”

He gave me more.

His finger returned inside me. Then another. His mouth kept a steady rhythm while his hand curled against that sensitive place.

The edge rushed closer.

So fast—too fast. My thighs closed around his head, but Sal did not stop.

He held me open with one forearm and looked up.

Our eyes met. That undid me.

He watched my face as if my pleasure mattered more than the position, more than conquest, more than whatever he wanted next.

My body belonged to me.

He was only listening to it.

“Sal, I’m—”

The orgasm tore through me.