Page 131 of Merciless Daddy

The tension opened my throat and arched my back, changing the angle until his cock struck exactly where I needed it.

“Like that?”

“Yes. Don’t stop.”

He did not.

His rhythm became fierce. The bed struck softly against the wall. My body tightened around him. Every thrust pushed me closer.

Then Sal released my hair.

“I want to see you.”

He turned me beneath him. I wrapped both legs around his hips before he could ask. His cock slid back inside.

Face-to-face.

Sweat darkened his hair at the temples. His mouth was swollen. The cut on his cheek had held, though the skin around it had flushed.

He looked wrecked.

Beautiful.

He gave me everything he had held back. His hips drove into mine. Deep. Fast. His hand cupped the back of my head while the other braced beside my shoulder.

I met every thrust.

The pleasure tightened until I could barely breathe through it.

“Sal.”

“I’m here.”

“I’m close.”

“Come with me.”

His forehead pressed against mine. His rhythm broke.

That was what pushed me over.

The orgasm took me hard. My body clenched around him, thighs locking at his hips. I cried out against his mouth. Sal thrust once. Twice.

Then he went rigid.

My name tore from him as he came.

I felt the pulse of him inside me. His body shook above mine. His face pressed into my neck, breath hot and broken against my skin.

For several seconds neither of us moved.

Then his weight shifted. He started to pull away. I tightened my legs.

“Stay.”

Sal stayed. Not forever. Long enough.

When he finally lifted himself away, he returned with a warm cloth. I watched him clean me.