Page 129 of Merciless Daddy

“Yes?”

“You look like you’re being tortured.”

“It feels so fucking good I can barely think straight.”

I rolled my hips. His eyes closed.

The sound he made went straight through me.

I did it again.

Then I pushed at his shoulder.

“On your back.”

He did as I asked.

The sight pleased me too much.

Salvatore Scordato lay beneath me, naked and hard, his control stretched thin. I climbed over him and sank onto his cock. He filled me deeper at that angle.

I braced my hands on his chest and began to ride him.

Slow at first.

Then harder.

His hands closed around my hips. He guided me. Not controlling the rhythm. Helping me find it.

Each downward stroke drove him deep. Pleasure built again, slower now, mixed with the thick drag of him inside me.

I watched his face. The severe mouth open. The heavy brows drawn tight.

His body beginning to move beneath mine despite his effort to remain still.

“Let go,” I said.

“Dangerous instruction.”

“I want it.”

His hips drove upward. I cried out. Again. Harder.

The careful man vanished one thrust at a time.

I leaned down, kissed him, and felt his discipline fail beneath my body.

I leaned down until my mouth touched his ear.

“Turn me over.”

His grip tightened.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You in control. I want you to turn me over and fuck me, Sal.”

He moved. One second I straddled him.