Page 28 of Shot For Mercy

“Why the fuck?” He narrows his eyes at me, and I raise up on my knees a little higher so he can see, but instead, he snakes his hand under me and edges a finger against mine. “This ass is mine, Cole. Let me in it.”

He rubs the lube against my rim, then stuffs his finger inside of me along with mine. The breath whooshes out of my lungs at how full I feel, and I scissor my fingers to continue to stretch myself.

“Like this,” I tell him, crooking my fingers until I find my prostate. When his finger brushes against it too, I whine long and loud. “That’s the spot.”

“Hmmm,” Em murmurs. “Pull your fingers out.”

I do as he says, and we both withdraw our fingers from my body. He grabs the lube and squirts some onto his fingers, then stuffs three inside of me without warning. I try to get away from the sting, but his free hand grips my hip tightly, holding me in place.

Em crooks all three of his fingers, finding my prostate after a few passes, and I moan. This man is going to be the fucking death of me, and I don’t mind it one bit. He doesn’t stop, not even when my cock begins to leak like a faucet, or when I wrap a hand around it and stroke myself at a feverish pace.

“You’re gonna make me come,” I groan, my entire body lighting up every time he pegs my prostate with his fingers. As if my words trigger my orgasm, my spine begins to tingle, and my balls draw up. But it’s as if I’m waiting for his permission, dangling over the edge of the precipice. “Fuck, Em. I don’t want to come yet. I want your cock in my ass.”

“Who said you can’t have both?” Emiliano asks me, his eyes flashing with lust. “I’ll make you come a hundred times before I fuck you if I want to.”

His words trigger my release, and I paint his chest and abs with my cum. The territorial side of me sings at the sight of it, and I know he can tell when he smirks. My chest heaves as he pulls his fingers out of me slowly, and I immediately wish for them back.

“Lick me clean, pretty boy,” Emiliano says softly, and I immediately drop down to lick his chest and abs. “That’s it. Such a fucking slut for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I moan, inspecting his skin, making sure I got it all.

Before he can say another word, I get the lube and slather his cock with it, then lift up and press it to my entrance. His thick length stretches me, dancing on the edge of pain, but I don’t let it deter me. Instead, I take a deep breath and lower myself onto him until my ass meets his balls, taking him all the way. Emiliano hisses, then grits his teeth.

“Holy shit,” he groans, and I lift and slam down harshly. His eyes roll to the back of his head. “Tight.” I grin. “Too fucking tight.”

“You’re not gonna come already, are you?” I taunt, and his eyes meet mine, anger swirling in those pretty brown irises. “I’m not fucking done with you yet.”

Emiliano’s jaw tics as I roll my hips and grind against him, then change the pace and bounce up and down on him. He seems to like that best, if his moans are any indication, and I grab the headboard with one hand and wrap my other one around his throat, squeezing it tightly. His face turns red quickly, his eyes bulging out in surprise, and I smirk.

“You like that, don’t you?” I taunt. “When I take control?”

He shakes his head, and I tighten my grip on him until his lips part on a silent moan. I go faster, not letting go of him, and I feel his cock harden even more inside of me. I know he’s about to come, so I ease up on his neck.

“Don’t you dare fucking come,” I groan, then slap his cheek. If looks could kill, I’d be six feet under.

Emiliano pulls me up and off him, shoving me face-first into the bed in a move I don’t see coming. He wraps a hand around my waist roughly and pulls until my ass is up in the air, then he stuffs his cock inside of me once more. His thrusts are hard and punishing, and he spanks my ass so hard I see stars. My cock hardens to the point of pain, and he spanks me again, this time harder, and I whimper.

“That’s the little sound I want to hear.” He growls, “Submit to me.”

“Never,” I lie. “You’ll have to fucking make me.”

Emiliano grips my hips tightly, fucking in and out of me slower, and when I look over my shoulder at him, I see he’s mesmerized looking at his cock thrusting in and out of my hole. His lips are parted in pleasure, and when I push back, he grits his teeth. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I imprint it into my memory like a tattoo.

“I’m going to stuff you so full of my cum that there’s no mistaking who you belong to,” Em growls. “And then I’m going to eat it out of your tight little asshole.”

My stomach flutters with butterflies at his words, and then he speeds up once more, brushing my prostate with every thrust. “Oh,God,” I moan.

“Don’t call out to him, my prince.” Emiliano moans loudly. “He’s not going to fucking save you from me.”

“I don’t need saving,” I say as I wrap a hand around my cock and begin to jerk myself off. “I just need you.”

“Please,” he begs, the word full of aching. “Don’t talk about your feelings. Not when I can’t promise you anything.”

My heart squeezes in my chest at those words. “Lie to me, Em,” I moan, my balls drawing up for the second time tonight. My spine begins to tingle, and I know I’m about to come, even through the heartache. “Tell me I’m the only one for you.”

“You’re the only one for me,” Emiliano says softly, and for a split moment, he sounds honest too. “Now come for me, Cole. Ineedto come.”

I push back against his cock, all the while jerking myself faster, until I’m spilling my cum onto his sheets. His hands tighten around my hips, and he fucks into me at a furious pace, then he stills, filling me up. I feel his cock jerking inside of me as his orgasm washes over him, and my eyes sting. Fucking hell, get it together, Cole. Don’t you dare fucking cry right now.

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