Perception (Club Destiny #6)(64)
Author: Nicole Edwards

“Fucking shit,” Xander groaned, his hips thrusting up, the impact of his large body jarring her, but she didn’t release him. “Mercedes, baby, I… Oh, fuck yes.”

Not wanting him to stop her, she began sucking him, taking him deep while she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, squeezing firmly, unwilling to let him come. Not that she expected him to. This was Xander. He had more self-control than anyone she knew.

“Mmmm,” he groaned as his hand once again resumed its position in her hair. He didn’t use force, just a gentle pressure as she sucked and stroked, doing her best to go slow, but loving the intensifying sounds of his pleasure.

“Come here,” he groaned loudly and the next thing she knew, Mercedes was turned around, straddling his head.

Without questioning him, she continued to focus on sucking him, fearful that he would distract her to the point she wouldn’t be able to pleasure him the way she wanted.

It didn’t take but a second for that to happen, and Mercedes found herself grinding against his mouth, desperately riding his face as he tormented her clit with his wickedly talented tongue.

“Oh,” she said, wrapping her lips around his cock to keep from crying out. She did her absolute best to focus on him, to ignore the absurdly amazing feeling of his lips on her, his tongue thrusting into her.

As much as she wanted to maintain control of the situation, it was only a matter of seconds before she lost.

A violent, amazing, wonderful orgasm ripped through her, shattering her into a million tiny fragments as her body locked up, and she totally forgot what she’d been doing.

Chapter Twenty

He would admit it had been a power play. One designed to keep him from coming deep in her throat because the way Mercedes was mastering his cock with her mouth had been unlike anything he’d ever felt before.

Rather than give in too soon, he’d redirected his attention to eating her pussy until she came.

And now she was resting against him, allowing him a moment to catch his breath and pull himself together. But he didn’t wait long.

Carefully, he rolled her off of him and then repositioned them both until he was kneeling between her thighs, his elbows resting beside her head, his cock tucked against the warm wet heat of her pussy. He fought the urge to sink into her.

Barely.

“Hi,” she whispered long seconds later.

“Hey,” he said with an answering smile, but the smile gently faded and another emotion bubbled up inside of him. “I need to be inside of you,” he told her.

It was more of a warning. Or rather, a request of sorts. He didn’t intend to use a condom, and although they’d had the conversation earlier that day, he wanted to make sure she was still on board with the idea.

He’d had an emotional moment when he’d noticed Mercedes studying the tattoo on his side. He’d had the word “Trust” etched into his skin years ago, a daily reminder of what he was searching for. When he’d witnessed her looking at it, then up at him, he knew that she understood.

She was the woman. She was the one he trusted. The woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He had known it for years and years, even if she hadn’t realized it. But he hadn’t said anything to her minutes ago because he feared he would freak her out. That and he had hardly been able to swallow past the lump that had formed in his throat.

Mercedes reached her hand between them, gripping his cock in her hand and he groaned. “I need you, too,” she whispered back, the raspy inflection of her voice making his blood boil.

“Just like this,” he said, making sure she understood.

She didn’t hesitate, just shifted so that he was aligned with her slick entrance.

“Yes,” she said, leaning up and pressing her lips to his, “Just like this.”

Oh, damn.

Xander’s muscles tensed as soon as the head of his cock breached the scalding entrance to her pussy. He had a long way to go and for the first time in a very, very long time, he had to pray he wasn’t about to do what every man feared – come prematurely.

But she felt so… fucking perfect. That was the only way to explain it. Mercedes was perfect. Every inch of her skin was molded to him, her leg was now wrapped around his hip, her ankle pressing into his ass as she encouraged him to go deeper.

“I’m taking my time,” he warned her.

“Don’t bother,” she urged with a grin. “I’ll be right there with you. And then, after we’ve slept for a few hours, I’ll wake you while I ride you.”

Lord have mercy.

Xander’s hips took on a life of their own, and he thrust forward, his cock tunneling deeper as Mercedes cried out beneath him.