Page 36 of No Mercy

“No, baby, you don’t touch that clit.” His mouth glistened with my juices. “I’ll get to it when I’m damned good and ready.”

“Bastard!” I gasped out passionately, writhing.

His grin met the humor in his eyes. “You’ve kept me long enough from your sweet cunt, and I intend to take my time with you.”

I didn’t see it that way. He’d chosen to distance himself from me all because of one statement I’d made in the heat of anger. I opened my mouth to blast him when he planted a tender kiss on my mound. I sucked in a breath, watching while he nibbled his way from the inside of one thigh to the other, ending his travels with a rough lick over my clit.

I cried out, my whole body quivering from that one action. I was so close. “Rock!” He released my wrist and I buried both hands into his hair, scraping his scalp with my nails. He groaned, and went back to tonguing my pussy. Soon he added a finger, aiming straight for the soft patch of nerves right inside my pussy that added intensity to every orgasm. At the same time his mouth latched on to my clit, sucking it like he had my nipples.

I arched against his mouth wildly, releasing a loud-mouthed sound. Fire erupted from my core and fanned out to all the pleasure points in my body, a lightning strike of energy that could destroy me if I let it, and I wanted to let it. It would be a heavenly demise. Right now Rock had the power to take me there, only he seemed content to keep torturing me. But then it happened, that feeling of no turning back as the tidal wave of sensation rushed forward, taking everything in its path.

“Ro-Rock!”

He moved and I wanted to scream, but in the next second his cock was penetrating my body and sliding all the way home. When had he undone his pants? It didn’t matter. Rock was gifted with a big cock, wide in girth and long, a solid bar of steel covered in satiny flesh riddled with prominent veins that pulsed with arousal. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, content now that the itch was being scratched. His invasion into my pussy tipped my orgasm over the line and I climaxed hard.

His mouth covered mine, swallowing the scream that rose up my throat. His tongue fucked my mouth, there was no other word for it, as my pussy swelled and flexed around his pulsing shaft. His grunt revealed his pleasure, and he began to move before my return trip from heaven. His movement gave new energy to my waning orgasm, turning me into a twisting, mindless, whimpering mess against him. I slipped my hands beneath his cut and clawed at the muscles flexing in his back.

“Fuck, baby!” He tore his mouth from mine. “Make it hurt,” he surprised me by saying. “Because I’m gonna tear you up!” His thrusting turned fast and hard. “You’re so fucking tight. I’m not going to be able to hold out long.”

I didn’t care. Each time he bottomed out I clenched my muscles tightly, trying to hold his cock inside. I kissed all around his open mouth, finally taking his bottom lip between my teeth and giving it a rough tug. He groaned, and punished me by grinding his mouth down on mine until I tasted blood. I wasn’t sure whose. I returned his forceful kiss, showing Rock that I could and would take everything he could give me, and eagerly. Fucking him was intense, and any pain always turned into the utmost, over the top, pleasure.

“Rock, please−” I wasn’t even certain what I was asking for, except that I’d reached a point where the pleasure seemed overwhelming. The sound of our bodies slapping together, the wetness I felt running down between my butt crack, his hot, wet mouth on mine, and his hands squeezing my breasts, all felt too fucking good. Intense, like I was going to explode into a thousand tiny pieces.

Most of all I focused on the feel of him thrusting in and out of my body with the speed and precision of a high-tech power tool, drilling me toward an earth-shattering conclusion. Fucking Rock wasn’t just about the needs of our bodies, or the pleasures derived from it. It was so much more than that. It was about claiming and ownership, and admitting, without saying the words, that we were it for each other. Anyone else was an insignificant distraction that wouldn’t last.

“Whose dick is inside you?” Rock rasped around my bouncing breasts.

“Yours,” I whispered, wiggling my hands beneath his pants and gripping the taut cheeks of his butt. God, they were hard.

His breathing picked up. “Whose mouth is on your tits?”

“Yours.” I shivered when his tongue licked my nipple.

He began to grunt, thrusting harder, faster, the head of his cock jabbing against my cervix. I panted for breath, whimpering with pleasure as I sensed that he was about to come. I clenched my fingers into his flesh, letting a finger dip into the puckered hole of his anus. An animalistic growl erupted from him, and he stiffened, before exploding deep inside my body.

His orgasm set off mine. I bit down on his shoulder to keep my scream from carrying upstairs to our sleeping son.

“Fuuucck!” Rock grunted, convulsing out jets of cum against my cervix. He was breathing heavy through his nose against my breast. “Whose cum is inside your body?” he asked when he could talk.

“Yours,” I whispered. It dawned on me that we’d forgotten to use protection again.

He pulled away slightly and looked down into my eyes. His filled with amusement. “You still hungry for pickles?”

I’d forgotten all about my reason for being in the kitchen so late, but I did know one thing, I wasn’t hungry for food anymore. “No.”

“Good.” He stepped back and I groaned at the separation when his cock slid from my still- tingling pussy. “Because I’m not done with you yet.” He easily swung me up into his arms.

As he carried me up the stairs I made a mental note to bleach the countertops the next day.

Chapter 20

Rock

At first I thought it was a noise that woke me, but I soon realized that it was because I’d reached for Allie in my sleep and had found the spot next to me empty. The next thing I realized was that it was morning, and I knew she’d gotten up to get Sam off to school. I rolled onto my back and stretched, surprised that my dick was standing straight up. I was used to morning wood, but it was a miracle it wasn’t dead. Allie’s sweet pussy had worn it out.

I’d worn her out, too. Nothing had been off limits and I’d made sure to leave my mark on her everywhere that I could. She wouldn’t be happy when she saw it, but I didn’t give a fuck. I grinned, wrapping my hand around the base of my dick, thinking about all the times we’d fucked. The room reeked of sex, and we’d left plenty of bodily fluids on my sheets. I gave my dick a pull, and groaned. No fucking way I was going to rub one off after all the pounding it’d done the night before. A long piss would deflate its ego.

I grabbed a quick shower before throwing on some jeans and heading down stairs. Halfway down I heard Allie talking and realized that she was on the phone. I assumed it was one of the girls, since they had planned a night out.

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