The Mercenary's Bond

Over the Edge

He was breathing hard, his chest heaving as he pulled his d**k out of my mouth. "Damn," he muttered, shaking his head.

Before I could even wipe my lips, his hand shot out, threading into my hair and pulling me to my feet. He spun me around, bending me sharply over the arm of the plush leather couch.

Without giving me a second to catch my breath, he aligned himself and pushed straight into my wet, waiting p**sy.

I let out a loud moan, arching my back into his chest as he filled me completely.

"Is that what you wanted?" he growled into my ear, his hands sinking into my waist.

"F*ck yes," I gasped.

He didn't wait. He started pounding into me with heavy, relentless thrusts, the leather of the couch squeaking under the weight of his body. The friction was incredible, sending white-hot sparks right up my spine.

"Harder!" I cried out, digging my fingers into the leather cushion.

He growled, gripping my hips tighter until his knuckles turned white, slamming into me harder and faster. One hand slid up my back, tangling into my hair again and pulling my head back so my neck was fully exposed to his hot mouth as he kept up a brutal pace.

Needing even more, I reached one hand down between my thighs, my fingers sliding over my swollen cl*t.

He caught my wrist immediately, pulling my hand away. In one smooth, powerful motion, he pulled out of me, flipped me onto my back across the low coffee table, and threw my legs up over his shoulders.

"I don't want you to mess with that," he panted, his eyes dark with possessive heat. "I'll make you cum."

A helpless moan tore from my throat at his words. He drove back inside me, hammering into my p*ssy with brutal efficiency. With my legs lifted high over his shoulders and my a** elevated off the table, the angle was unbelievably deep. Every sharp, fast thrust hit a sweet spot that sent shocks straight through my nervous system.

The pressure built at an terrifying rate. He reached up, his large hand wrapping firmly around my throat—not choking me, but squeezing enough to hold me pinned, his thumb resting over my pulse point.

"You like it like this?" he growled, watching my face as he slammed home.

"Yes—f*ck!"

The sheer intensity snapped my control completely. My walls clamped tightly around his d**k, an explosive orgasm crashing through me as my back arched off the table and my vision went white.

He kept pounding right through my high, his thrusts relentless. "I want more of your c*m on my d**k," he growled.

A breathless, dizzy laugh escaped me as the climax slowly ebbed.

Pulling out, he stepped back, sat down heavily on the edge of the couch, and grabbed my waist, lifting me up and bringing me straight down onto his rigid shaft.

Now I was in the driver's seat. Sitting upright on his lap, I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, found my rhythm, and started bouncing hard and fast, riding him with everything I had. Every time I lifted up, he leaned in, trying to sink his teeth into my exposed n*pples, his breath ragged against my skin.

"Oh f*ck..." I hissed, grinding down hard, finding that exact right angle again.

Within two minutes, another intense wave surged through my lower belly, my muscles spasming tightly around him as I came a second time, shivering uncontrollably on top of him.

He leaned up, sinking his mouth into the sensitive flesh of my throat, his hands digging into my thighs as he held me still against him.

"You're not done yet, are you?" he murmured against my skin, his d**k still rock-hard inside me.

I threw my head back with a breathless laugh, my eyes fluttering open. "Not even close."

We continued to have s*x for God knows how long, taking our time and trying every position until both of us were completely exhausted and soaked in sweat.

By the time we finally finished and pulled our clothes back on, my legs felt like complete jelly. But in the absolute best way possible. Every ounce of tension from two weeks of brutal combat drills was officially gone, replaced by a deep, satisfying ache.

I said a quick goodbye to the stranger, stepped through the soundproof glass doors, and walked out of the VIP room with a huge, satisfied smile on my face.

I scanned the crowded flashing dance floor, looking around for Linda and Rowan, but I couldn't spot them anywhere near the bar. Assuming they'd stepped out for fresh air, I made my way through the heavy front doors and walked out into the cool night air of the parking lot.

"There you are," a voice called out from the shadows near the brick wall. "Did you have fun?"

I looked over to see Linda and Rowan leaning against the hood of an old sports car, sharing a cigarette under the faint glow of a streetlamp.

I walked over to them, my hips swaying with a soft, content laugh as I shoved my hands into my leather jacket pockets. "So much fun," I said, letting out a deep, relaxed breath. "And my head is definitely cleared."

Linda gave me a sharp, wicked grin, blowing a thin trail of smoke into the night air. "I can tell. You've got that total post-mission glow. Ready to head back before Auntie Edna notices we're pushing curfew?"

"Definitely," I smiled, stepping up beside them as Rowan flicked the cigarette butt onto the asphalt and crushed it under his boot. "I'm headed back too, so I'll drive."