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“Good girl.” Another tight flex of her walls and I give her what she needs, stroking in deep this time while shifting my gaze between us. I’m watching her juices coat my cock, her upper thighs, while I stretch her in the most beautifully obscene way. It looks nearly painful, but when our stares connect again, the look of rapture on her gorgeous face tells a different story.
This is us without restraints, and I give in to my baser instincts; I fuck my mermaid brutally without reprieve. I don’t stop or breathe; all I can focus on is the way she grips me and the slick juices that bathe my cock in claiming.
Because for as much as I own her, I’m hers.
We don’t look away from each other, lips hovering as we inhale the other’s exhale. I can almost taste her unique sweetness in the air around us while pistoning in and out of her pussy. A pussy that’s squeezing just a little tighter.
“I’m close, Ivan.”
“I know,” I hiss through clenched teeth while she clamps down again. A small wave of pleasure crests over her—it’s almost too tight to move—but I buck my hips hard enough to move her up the wall before sliding down hard on my cock. “Come for me, Mermaid. Let go.”
“Oh, God!”
“That’s it. Fuck, bebe.” The moment I ease my hold on her hips, she bucks against me, matching my every move. She’s wild and lost in her pleasure, taking from me what she needs. “Give me what’s mine.”
My name falls from her mouth like a prayer while her muscles seize momentarily, her walls making it difficult to move while her orgasm takes her under. I give her a few seconds, ten at the most.
“Papi!” she screams, clinging to me as I pump in time with each pulse of her walls, chasing my own release. It’s there, hovering close, and when the next rush of wetness almost forces my dick out of her, I lose control.
I’m almost feral, lip curling back as I force her to ride me, back sliding against the wall as I fill her with my come. Rope after rope, mixing with her own until the combined mess slides down my shaft and skims my balls.
And still, I ride her a little more until she’s slumped against me, and this time, when my knees shake, I lower us to the shower floor. I let her curl up in my lap while I kiss her temple, my hands stroking her back and arms while the water soothes our muscles.
There’s still so much to say, to talk about, but for now, I just want to stay like this and close my eyes.
Because when I open them again, it’s time to tell her the truth.
21
WE’RE SITTING on the living room floor with our food spread out on the coffee table while I contemplate if eating a fourth slice of my favorite pizza is smart. It’s sausage, pepperoni, black olives, and lastly…pineapple. Some might call it weird, but it’s my thing and this man knows my weaknesses.
He’s clever, I’ll give him that.
Favorite food and cold beer? Check.
Warm guava cake and a slice of molten lava to split? Check.
Organized pantry? Double-check with a chef’s kiss attached.
No shame in the fact I double-checked the moment we got dressed and he grabbed our food from a quiet Junior. At the time, I needed something—a few extra seconds to center me after the intimacy inside the shower.
Because even though he tries to hide it, Ivan let his guard down, and it was his openness that crumbled my walls. I couldn’t deny the pull when he’s being open and sweet—his actions showing me what he hasn’t said with words.
“You know you want another slice. Go for it, Mermaid.” He’s smiling and more relaxed than the man I found sitting in my dark living room. Sure, sex is a great de-stressor, but it’s more than that. I just wish I knew what the more was.
“Shut it.”
“Make me.”
“You more than anyone know I can hold my own.” My quip elicits a foreign response, not the playful banter I expected. What I got was a man who put his sandwich down and grabbed me, placing me astride his lap as if I were a doll he can manipulate to his liking.
And as much as it’s unwanted at the moment, my reaction makes me blush.
His strength—the way he can hold and bend me—has always been a turn-on.
“Behave, Sirenita.”
“I’ve always been a saint, papi. The devil in this relationship is you.” He tenses at the word relationship but before I can seize the opportunity and call him out, Ivan places a finger over my lips.
