Page 64 of Mercenary

“Good. Now it’s time you fuck me.”

He steps back and takes a condom out of his pocket. I eat up his movements, watching his cock spring free and him roll the condom across his hardness.

His hands find my hips and I’m spun around. I gasp as he lifts me, pulling me tightly against his chest as he climbs into the truck. He settles me onto his lap and I immediately feel the hard length of him beneath my bare bottom.

His hands cup my breasts, lifting them, squeezing them. Easily arousing me. I lean back into his chest, loving the heat coming off of him, the sweet fire building inside me.

“Sit up,” he orders.

I stiffen at the harshness in his tone. Yet I do as asked, shifting on his lap.

He hisses. My only warning before his thighs nudge mine apart and open wide. I jerk as he slides a finger inside me while pressing his thumb against my hood. The coordinated combination of finger and thumb sends shock waves up my spine.

“You’re so damn tight.” He nips my ear. “But your pussy’s soaking wet for me.”

Tell me something I don’t know.

“I’ve waited all morning for this,” he grows low in my ear.

Okay. That’s not what I expected. Before I can overanalyze his words, I’m once again hoisted upward, his warm palms cupping my cheeks and holding me in position over him. I feel his erection nudge my entrance.

Am I ready for this?

He lifts me up a half inch more, works the thick head of himself a half inch inside my slit, then releases his hold on me.

“Oh God,” I gasp, my body stretching to accommodate his thick length. Gravity’s bold-as-brass hands bringing me down fast and hard, until he’s seated deeply inside me.

I tremble. My thighs, my hands. Overwhelmed by . . . him.

He bucks up and I cry out with pleasure. Better. Better than this morning.

“Shhh. Arch forward and lift your bottom up.”

I arch and lift and quiver at the drag of him inside my wet channel. Up and up I go until he says, “Jesus, enough.” And without warning, he forces me back down.

Declan grunts.

I’m too caught up in sensation to make even the slightest of noises. He’s buried inside me, now part of me. Bonding us in pleasure. Bonding us as one.

“Lift,” he orders.

Bossy man. I lift, drawing myself up slowly. Shuttering at the intense sensation as he penetrates me more fully.

My toes curl up in my sandals. A shiver beginning in the tip of them races up my spine. Coming on abruptly, like running the last few yards of a race. Where your body aches so sweetly as you push yourself to the limit. Pushing further toward a wonderfully intense build, leading toward blissful euphoria.

“Up,” he grinds out. I’m jelly, overcome by sensation and evidently not quick enough for him. With his hands on my hips, he lifts me, my tight walls dragging across the hot length of him. He thrusts as he tugs me back down.

“Oh my God,” I hear myself moan.

He lifts, thrusts, and tugs me back down.

Again.

Again.

Until I’m soaring.

The taupe-colored wheat stalks surrounding us flash white.