Mermaid Queen

by Anna Santos

  I want to keep playing, but my erection aches too much. I use one hand to free my shaft. My pants roll down my legs. I nudge apart her legs, probe with my thumb, and find the plump flesh of her pussy. It's hot and wet just how I like it. My fingers explore her sensitive spots and her gasps and moans of pleasure fuel my resolve in satisfying her. My thumb presses against the entrance and circles around the hard nub. My cock can't take it anymore. I move back, grab her legs, and bring her to me. Her head falls back, followed by her back hitting the mattress. Her hair covers the quilt as she closes her eyes and exhales.

  I thrust forward as my cock finds its way between her legs. I rub my shaft between her folds and press it hard enough to make my pain feel like pleasure. I shudder as energy courses through my veins. My balls collide against her entrance, and she shrieks in delight. Gently, I place her legs over my shoulders and use one hand to guide my tip to her core. Even with as wet as she is, the idea of hurting her haunts my thoughts.

  Pushing forward, her walls give way to my length and close around my inflamed cock. It's paradise. Her insides are tight and warm, pressing against my hunger. I surround her waist with one arm and move my hips back and forth. My other hand reaches for her breasts.

  She watches me through narrowed eyes as her tongue wets her lips. She moans and sways, trying to meet my thrusts.

  I command her pleasure and try to prolong mine as I slow down before I explode inside her.

  “You feel so good, my love,” I moan, high on my lust for her.

  “Faster,” she demands as her fists grab the quilt.

  I obey and secure both hands to her legs as I fill her up, over and over again.

  “I’ve been daydreaming about this all day. I can't take my hands off you,” I mumble, breathless from the effort.

  Her walls tighten and milk my staff. Her moans get louder and louder until she shrieks and comes once, twice. I can't take it anymore and spill my seed into her womb. I want to have children with this goddess. Chubby babies running in the corridors of our castle. But, before that happens, I want to continue to make love to her until I can't move.

  I press harder and stay inside her. My cock eventually stops spasming. I'm not satisfied, but I'm less hungry for her, and I can resume my initial plan.

  Caressing her thighs, I step back and watch her seemingly abandoned body.

  I rub her knees. “Honey, are you okay?”

  She sighs. “I want more.”

  Grabbing her in my arms, her hair cascades like a waterfall, and I take her to the bathing area.

  “I’ll give you much more, but we need to clean ourselves before we start your lesson about what we eat on dry land.”

  Her arms lace around my neck and, smiling, she kisses me. "I like to play with you in the water.”

  “I know you do,” I tease back.

  Even if she’s tall for a woman, she feels petite in my arms. The perfect size to curl up against me and make my heart feel alive and mad with happiness. She’s the part of me that was missing, and we were made from the same clay the gods used to form us when life was created. She’s my soulmate, my eternity, and my reason to exist.

  Now that she’s safe, nothing can break us apart.

  THE END

  About the Author

  ANNA SANTOS IS AN INTERNATIONAL Bestselling Author of Paranormal Romance.

  She likes to write steamy and happily ever after romances with magical and complex characters. All her books feature clever, witty, and strong heroines and dominant males who either get what they want or get what they deserve.

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